Aunt Chloe's Politics
Of course, I don't know very much
About these politics,
But I think that some who run 'em,
Do mighty ugly tricks.
I've seen 'em honey-fugle round,
And talk so awful sweet,
That you'd think them full of kindness
As an egg is full of meat.
Now I don't believe in looking
Honest people in the face,
And saying when you're doing wrong,
That 'I haven't sold my race.'
When we want to school our children,
If the money isn't there,
Whether black or white have took it,
The loss we all must share.
And this buying up each other
Is something worse than mean,
Though I thinks a heap of voting,
I go for voting clean.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Aunt Chloe
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I remember, well remember,
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That dark and dreadful day,
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When they whispered to me, "Chloe,
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Your children's sold away!" 1.
It seemed as if a bullet
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Had shot me through and through,
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And I felt as if my heart-strings
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Was breaking right in two. 1.
And I says to cousin Milly,
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"There must be some mistake;
.
Where's Mistus?" "In the great house crying --
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Crying like her heart would break. 1.
"And the lawyer's there with Mistus;
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Says he's come to 'ministrate,
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'Cause when master died he just left
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Heap of debt on the estate. 1.
"And I thought 'twould do you good
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To bid your boys good-bye --
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To kiss them both and shake their hands,
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And have a hearty cry. 1.
"Oh! Chloe, I knows how you feel,
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'Cause I'se been through it all;
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I thought my poor old heart would break,
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When master sold my Saul." 1.
Just then I heard the footsteps
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Of my children at the door,
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And then I rose right up to meet them,
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But I fell upon the floor. 1.
And I heard poor Jakey saying,
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"Oh, mammy, don't you cry!"
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And I felt my children kiss me
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And bid me, both, good-bye. 1.
Then I had a mighty sorrow,
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Though I nursed it all alone;
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But I wasted to a shadow,
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And turned to skin and bone. 1.
But one day dear uncle Jacob
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(In heaven he's now a saint)
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Said, "Your poor heart is in the fire,
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But child you must not faint." 1.
Then I said to uncle Jacob,
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If I was good like you,
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When the heavy trouble dashed me
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I'd know just what to do. 1.
Then he said to me, "Poor Chloe,
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The way is open wide:"
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And he told me of the Saviour,
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And the fountain in His side. 1.
Then he said "Just take your burden
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To the blessed Master's feet;
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I takes all my troubles, Chloe,
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Right unto the mercy-seat." 1.
His words waked up my courage,
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And I began to pray,
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And I felt my heavy burden
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Rolling like a stone away. 1.
And a something seemed to tell me,
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You will see your boys again --
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And that hope was like a poultice
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Spread upon a dreadful pain. 1.
And it often seemed to whisper,
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Chloe, trust and never fear;
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You'll get justice in the kingdom,
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If you do not get it here. [2] The Deliverance 2.
Master only left old Mistus
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One bright and handsome boy;
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But she fairly doted on him,
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He was her pride and joy. 2.
We all liked Mister Thomas,
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He was so kind at heart;
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And when the young folkes got in scrapes,
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He always took their part. 2.
He kept right on that very way
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Till he got big and tall,
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And old Mistus used to chide him
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And say he'd spile us all. 2.
But somehow the farm did prosper
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When he took things in hand;
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And though all the servants liked him,
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He made them understand. 2.
One evening Mister Thomas said,
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"Just bring my easy shoes;
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I am going to sit by mother,
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And read her up the news." 2.
Soon I heard him tell old Mistus
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We're bound to have a fight;
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But we'll whip the Yankees, mother,
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We'll whip them sure as night!" 2.
Then I saw old Mistus tremble;
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She gasped and held her breath;
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And she looked on Mister Thomas
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With a face as pale as death. 2.
"They are firing on Fort Sumpter;
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Oh! I wish that I was there! --
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Why, dear mother! what's the matter?
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You're the picture of despair." 2.
"I was thinking, dearest Thomas,
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'Twould break my very heart
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If a fierce and dreadful battle
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Should tear our lives apart." 2.
"None but cowards, dearest mother,
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Would skulk unto the rear,
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When the tyrant's hand is shaking
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All the heart is holding dear." 2.
I felt sorry for old Mistus;
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She got too full to speak;
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But I saw the great big tear-drops
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A running down her cheek. 2.
Mister Thomas too was troubled
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With choosing on that night,
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Betwixt staying with his mother
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And joining in the fight. 2.
Soon down into the village came
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A call for volunteers;
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Mistus gave up Mister Thomas,
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With many sighs and tears. 2.
His uniform was real handsome;
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He looked so brave and strong;
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But somehow I could'nt help thinking
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His fighting must be wrong. 2.
Though the house was very lonesome,
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I thought 'twould all come right,
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For I felt somehow or other
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We was mixed up in that fight. 2.
And I said to Uncle Jacob,
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"How old Mistus feels the sting,
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For this parting with your children
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Is a mighty dreadful thing." 2.
"Never mind," said Uncle Jacob,
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"Just wait and watch and pray,
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For I feel right sure and certain,
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Slavery's bound to pass away; 2.
"Because I asked the Spirit,
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If God is good and just,
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How it happened that the masters
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Did grind us to the dust. 2.
"And something reasoned right inside,
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Such should not always be;
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And you could not beat it out my head,
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The Spirit spoke to me." 2.
And his dear old eyes would brighten,
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And his lips put on a smile,
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Saying, "Pick up faith and courage,
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And just wait a little while." 2.
Mistus prayed up in the parlor,
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That the Secesh all might win;
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We were praying in the cabins,
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Wanting freedom to begin. 2.
Mister Thomas wrote to Mistus,
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Telling 'bout the Bull's Run fight,
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That his troops had whipped the Yankees
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And put them all to flight. 2.
Mistus' eyes did fairly glisten;
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She laughed and praised the South,
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But I thought some day she'd laugh
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On tother side her mouth. 2.
I used to watch old Mistus' face,
.
And when it looked quite long
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I would say to Cousin Milly,
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The battle's going wrong; 2.
Not for us, but for the Rebels. --
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My heart would fairly skip,
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When Uncle Jacob used to say,
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"The North is bound to whip." 2.
And let the fight go as it would --
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Let North or South prevail --
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He always kept his courage up,
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And never let it fail. 2.
And he often used to tell us,
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"Children, don't forget to pray;
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For the darkest time of morning
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Is just 'fore the break of day." 2.
Well, one morning bright and early
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We heard the fife and drum,
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And the booming of the cannon --
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The Yankee troops had come. 2.
When the word ran through the village,
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The colored folks are free --
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In the kitchens and the cabins
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We held a jubilee. 2.
When they told us Mister Lincoln
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Said that slavery was dead,
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We just poured our prayers and blessings
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Upon his precious head. 2.
We just laughed, and danced, and shouted
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And prayed, and sang, and cried,
.
And we thought dear Uncle Jacob
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Would fairly crack his side. 2.
But when old Mistus heard it,
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She groaned and hardly spoke;
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When she had to lose her servants,
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Her heart was almost broke. 2.
'Twas a sight to see our people
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Going out, the troops to meet,
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Almost dancing to the music,
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And marching down the street. 2.
After years of pain and parting,
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Our chains was broke in two,
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And we was so mighty happy,
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We didn't know what to do. 2.
But we soon got used to freedom,
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Though the way at first was rough;
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But we weathered through the tempest,
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For slavery made us tough. 2.
But we had one awful sorrow,
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It almost turned my head,
.
When a mean and wicked cretur
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Shot Mister Lincoln dead. 2.
'Twas a dreadful solemn morning,
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I just staggered on my feet;
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And the women they were crying
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And screaming in the street. 2.
But if many prayers and blessings
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Could bear him to the throne,
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I should think when Mister Lincoln died,
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That heaven just got its own. 2.
Then we had another President, --
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What do you call his name?
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Well, if the colored folks forget him
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They would'nt be much to blame. 2.
We thought he'd be the Moses
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Of all the colored race;
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But when the Rebels pressed us hard
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He never showed his face. 2.
But something must have happened him,
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Right curi's I'll be bound,
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'Cause I heard 'em talking 'bout a circle
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That he was swinging round. 2.
But everything will pass away --
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He went like time and tide --
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And when the next election came
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They let poor Andy slide. 2.
But now we have a President,
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And if I was a man
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I'd vote for him for breaking up
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The wicked Ku-Klux Klan. 2.
And if any man should ask me
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If I would sell my vote,
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I'd tell him I was not the one
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To change and turn my coat; 2.
If freedom seem'd a little rough
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I'd weather through the gale;
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And as to buying up my vote,
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I hadn't it for sale. 2.
I do not think I'd ever be
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As slack as Jonas Handy;
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Because I heard he sold his vote
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For just three sticks of candy. 2.
But when John Thomas Reeder brought
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His wife some flour and meat,
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And told he had sold his vote
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For something good to eat, 2.
You ought to seen Aunt Kitty raise,
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And heard her blaze away;
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She gave the meat and flour a toss,
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And said they should not stay. 2.
And I should think he felt quite cheap
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For voting the wrong side;
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And when Aunt Kitty scolded him,
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He just stood up and cried. 2.
But the worst fooled man I ever saw,
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Was when poor David Rand
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Sold out for flour and sugar;
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The sugar was mixed with sand. 2.
I'll tell you how the thing got out;
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His wife had company,
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And she thought the sand was sugar,
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And served it up for tea. 2.
When David sipped and sipped the tea,
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Somehow it didn't taste right;
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I guess when he found he was sipping sand
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He was mad enough to fight. 2.
The sugar looked so nice and white --
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It was spread some inches deep --
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But underneath was a lot of sand;
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Such sugar is mighty cheap. 2.
You'd laughed to seen Lucinda Grange
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Upon her husband's track;
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When he sold his vote for rations
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She made him take 'em back. 2.
Day after day did Milly Green
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Just follow after Joe,
.
And told him if he voted wrong
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To take his rags and go. 2.
I think that Samuel Johnson said
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His side had won the day,
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Had not we women radicals
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Just got right in the way. 2.
And yet I would not have you think
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That all our men are shabby;
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But 'tis said in every flock of sheep
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There will be one that's scabby. 2.
I've heard, before election came
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They tried to buy John Slade;
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But he gave them all to understand
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That he wasn't in that trade. 2.
And we've got lots of other men
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Who rally round the cause,
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And go for holding up the hands
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That gave us equal laws, 2.
Who know their freedom cost too much
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Of blood and pain and treasure,
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For them to fool away their votes
.
For profit or for pleasure. [3] Aunt Chloe's Politics 3.
Of course, I don't know very much
.
About these politics,
.
But I think that some who run 'em,
.
Do mighty ugly tricks. 3.
I've seen 'em honey-fugle round,
.
And talk so awful sweet,
.
That you'd think them full of kindness
.
As an egg is full of meat. 3.
Now I don't believe in looking
.
Honest people in the face,
.
And saying when you're doing wrong,
.
That 'I haven't sold my race.' 3.
When we want to school our children,
.
If the money isn't there,
.
Whether black or white have took it,
.
The loss we all must share. 3.
And this buying up each other
.
Is something worse than mean,
.
Though I thinks a heap of voting,
.
I go for voting clean. [4] Learning to Read 4.
Very soon the Yankee teachers
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Came down and set up school;
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But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it, --
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It was agin' their rule. 4.
Our masters always tried to hide
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Book learning from our eyes;
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Knowledge did'nt agree with slavery --
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'Twould make us all too wise. 4.
But some of us would try to steal
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A little from the book,
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And put the words together,
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And learn by hook or crook. 4.
I remember Uncle Caldwell,
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Who took pot liquor fat
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And greased the pages of his book,
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And hid it in his hat. 4.
And had his master ever seen
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The leaves upon his head,
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He'd have thought them greasy papers,
.
But nothing to be read. 4.
And there was Mr. Turner's Ben,
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Who heard the children spell,
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And picked the words right up by heart,
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And learned to read 'em well. 4.
Well, the Northern folks kept sending
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The Yankee teachers down;
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And they stood right up and helped us,
.
Though Rebs did sneer and frown. 4.
And I longed to read my Bible,
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For precious words it said;
.
But when I begun to learn it,
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Folks just shook their heads, 4.
And said there is no use trying,
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Oh! Chloe, you're too late;
.
But as I was rising sixty,
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I had no time to wait. 4.
So I got a pair of glasses,
.
And straight to work I went,
.
And never stopped till I could read
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The hymns and Testament. 4.
Then I got a little cabin
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A place to call my own --
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And I felt as independent
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As the queen upon her throne. [5] Church Building 5.
Uncle Jacob often told us,
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Since freedom blessed our race
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We ought all to come together
.
And build a meeting place. 5.
So we pinched, and scraped, and spared,
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A little here and there:
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Though our wages was but scanty,
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The church did get a share. 5.
And, when the house was finished,
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Uncle Jacob came to pray;
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He was looking mighty feeble,
.
And his head was awful gray. 5.
But his voice rang like a trumpet;
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His eyes looked bright and young;
.
And it seemed a mighty power
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Was resting on his tongue. 5.
And he gave us all his blessing --
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'Twas parting words he said,
.
For soon we got the message
.
The dear old man was dead. 5.
But I believe he's in the kingdom,
.
For when we shook his hand
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He said, "Children, you must meet me
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Right in the promised land; 5.
"For when I done a moiling
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And toiling here below,
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Through the gate into the city
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Straightway I hope to go." [6] The Reunion 6.
Well, one morning real early
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I was going down the street,
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And I heard a stranger asking
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For Missis Chloe Fleet. 6.
There was something in his voice
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That made me feel quite shaky.
.
And when I looked right in his face,
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Who should it be but Jakey! 6.
I grasped him tight, and took him home --
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What gladness filled my cup!
.
And I laughed, and just rolled over,
.
And laughed, and just give up. 6.
"Where have you been? O Jakey, dear!
.
Why didn't you come before?
.
Oh! when you children went away
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My heart was awful sore." 6.
"Why, mammy, I've been on your hunt
.
Since ever I've been free,
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And I have heard from brother Ben, --
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He's down in Tennessee. 6.
"He wrote me that he had a wife,"
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"And children?" "Yes, he's three."
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"You married, too?" "Oh, no, indeed,
.
I thought I'd first get free." 6.
"Then, Jakey, you will stay with me,
.
And comfort my poor heart;
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Old Mistus got no power now
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To tear us both apart. 6.
"I'm richer now than Mistus,
.
Because I have got my son;
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And Mister Thomas he is dead,
.
And she's nary one. 6.
"You must write to brother Benny
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That he must come this fall,
.
And we'll make the cabin bigger,
.
And that will hold us all. 6.
"Tell him I want to see 'em all
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Before my life do cease:
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And then, like good old Simeon,
.
I hope to die in peace."
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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The Poor Give To The Wrong Type Power
The poor so sad to say do not see far
They vote for one who drives expensive car
And one they don't see after voting day
From where they live he lives long miles away.
The poor don't ever seem to understand
That they vote for one who for them little care
To one greedy individual they give power
And when they need him he is never there.
Who is this person the poor voted for
He lives in a big house leads the high life
And you won't see him in a second hand shop
When he is buying a present for his wife.
The poor to the wrong type always give power
And they make the worst choices on voting day
They ought to vote for one of their own kind
And for mistakes made there is a price to pay.
The poor give to the wrong type of person power
To greedy individual they give all the say
On voting day the wrong choices they make
And what little power they have they give away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Money Honey
(jesse stone)
(a) - (d) - (e) capo on 1
(a) well, the landlord rang my frontdoor bell
(e) I let it rang for a long, long spell
(d) went to the window, peeped through the blind
(e) asked him to tell me what was on his mind
He said, (a) money honey, (d) money honey, (a) money honey
(e) if you wanna stay here with (a) me
I was clean and screened and so hard pressed
I called the woman that I loved the best
Finally found my baby bout a quarter to three
She said, Id like to know what you want with me
And I said, money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me
Well, she screamed and said
Whats wrong with you, from this day forth
Our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place ?
She said, money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me
Ive learned a lesson and now I know
Sun may shine, wind may blow
Women may come and women may go
But before I tell em that I love em so
I want money honey, money honey, money honey
If you wanna get along with me
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Beyond that, states had to also have electronic voting machines that made it possible for people who are physically handicapped to vote in private... and the computerized voting machine made it very easy for, particularly, the blind.
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People Will Talk
The following lines were written at the request of a little girl,
who said she would recite them at a Sunday School
entertainment. She wished it written to the refrain people
will talk. I presume the ideas in the following are nearly,
altogether original, or they are very differently worded
from the old pieces under the title of 'People will Talk.'
Dressing in fashion will be called vain,
And they'll call you a dowdey [sic] if you are plain ;
But do what is right, lot that be the test
Then proudly hold up your head with the best-
For people will talk.
You will never be wrong, if you do what is right,
And this course pursue with all of your might ;
And if you're a child, going to school,
Or full grown up, take this for your rule-
For people will talk.
The best way to do is to let them rave,
And they'll think more of you, if you are brave ;
For no one, will ever think you are rude,
If you are determined for to be good-
For people will talk.
Little girl, on her way to Sunday school class,
Rude boys sometimes will not let her pass ;
But if they do see that she is not afraid
They soon will respect the brave little maid-
For people will talk,
Little girls should learn to knit and to sew,
Then, if to womanhood they ever grow,
Their hose they can knit, and make their own dress,
Then to their homes they will bring bless-
For people will talk.
And their homes they should make tidy and neat,
Everything should be so clean and so sweet.
This line for ourselves out we will chalk,
And we are determined in it to walk-
For people will talk.
poem by James McIntyre
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Voting is the most precious right of every citizen, and we have a moral obligation to ensure the integrity of our voting process.
quote by Hillary Clinton
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Fred
Do you know Fred? Now there's a man to know
These days when politics are in the air,
An' argument is bargin' to an' fro
Without a feller gittin' anywhere.
Fred never argues; he's too shrewd for that.
He's wise. He knows the game from A to Z.
All politics is talkin' thro' the hat;
An' everyone is wrong - exceptin' Fred.
Fred says there ain't no sense in politics;
Says he can't waste his time on all that rot.
Trust him. He's up to all their little tricks,
You'd be surprised the cunnin' schemes he's got.
Fred says compulsory voting is a cow.
He has to vote, or else he would be fined,
But he just spoils his paper anyhow,
An' laughs at' em with his superior mind.
But when a law comes in that hits Fred's purse,
You ought to hear him then. Say, he does rouse;
Kicks up an awful row an' hurls his curse
On every bloomin' member in the House.
He gives 'em nothin'; says they all are crook,
All waitin' for a chance to turn their coats;
Says they are traitors; proves it by the book.
An' can you wonder that he never votes?
Aw, say, you must know Fred. You'll hear his skite
Upon street corners all about the place.
An' if you up an' say it serves him right,
He answers that it only proves his case:
Them politicians wouldn't tax him so
Unless they were all crooked, like he said,
Where is the sense in votin' when they go
An' rob a man like that. Hurray for Fred!
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Of course voting is useful. But then again, I don't put a big glow to it. Voting is about as essential as washing yourself. It's something you're supposed to do. Now, you can't go around bragging, expecting to get props because you voted. That's stupid.
Do They Come Clean?
at the end of the day,
when we wash our hands,
do they come clean?
homeless people, young girls
sold on the block,
hungry children, AIDS victims,
gotta watch your stocks.
black and white, brown and red,
gunfire and poverty;
kids afraid to go to school,
aint no profit in honesty.
SUV's, invaded countries,
oil doesnt buy liberty.
the takers take, the hurting weep,
at the cost of dignity.
politicians lie, preachers sell
narrow minded philosophies.
prisons full, bodies in the street,
the faces of reality.
smoke fills the air, oil fills the seas,
trade the future for the fix.
unemployed standing in line,
faceless numbers, brick upon brick.
close your door, shut your windows,
turn up the sound....
of anger, despair, and loss....
cries for help as they drown...
tell me....
at the end of the day,
when we wash our hands,
do they come clean?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Two Different People
Two different people
Black people, white people
Black world, White world
A black person thinks different from the white people
White people thinks highly of himself
White people works very hard for his living
Black's are lazy
They don't want to work, they just want the money
You have to work for the money, they just don't get it
White people knows that there are no free ride in life
Black's want a free ride, there are no free ride in life
Nothing is free in life except for the air that you breathe
The white people have to be careful of what they say to the black People
Whatever you say to the black people if they don't like it they will say it Is discrimination
We can't understand them
They have a mind of their own
The white people are loving and caring
What about the black people?
Not a hope in hell
I don't want any part of the black world
The black world is not safe for me
So I rather stay in my white world where I feel safe
We can't trust them
The reason why there is violence in this world is because the black People cause it
Now they don't like it because they have to live with it
We want a safe world for our people
The black people don't care about it because the only thing they know And seen is violence
There is too much violence on TV
They like it
They like the feeling of danger
We white don't like the feeling of danger
The blacks hate the white people and the white people don't like them Either
The white people knows when to shut up
The black people never knows when to shut up
There is why there are always problem with them
They make life miserable for us
The white people will always be a good friend
The black people can never be your friend
They will take everything they can get from you for free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Mandatory Voting Now
Mandatory voting would be a step in the right direction,
A major right step in our democratic discretion,
Unfortunately the powers that be, like things the way they are,
With less than half Canadians voting - this is bizarre.
Therefore something is very wrong that has to be put right,
But media moguls are pleased the way things are though not bright,
But we also need binding referendums and death with dignity,
But our aristocrats consider this as adversity.
Big money should not be allowed to dominate an election,
Or influence us going in any democratic direction,
Politicians should be compelled to do what they said they would do,
Not disappear for a few years doing nothing but who knew?
poem by James Bredin
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Money Honey
(words & music by j. stone)
You know, the landlord rang my front door bell.
I let it ring for a long, long spell.
I went to the window,
I peeped through the blind,
And asked him to tell me whats on his mind.
He said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey, if you want to get along with me.
Well, I screamed and I hollered,
I was so hard-pressed.
I called the woman that I loved the best.
I finally got my baby about half past three,
She said Id like to know what you want with me.
I said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
Well, I said tell me baby, whats wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through
I said, tell me baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
She said,
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get a long with me.
Well, Ive learned my lesson and now I know
The sun may shine and the winds may blow.
The women may come and the women may go,
But before I say I love you so,
I want
Money, honey.
Money, honey.
Money, honey,
If you want to get along with me.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Black And White
From all the four corners of the world,
From all the four winds of love,
Events full of camaraderie;
To win my share of life when,
I do show my status.
Of a romance full of blues like,
'Bananas for three' that i bring to you;
This world is not my final resting place.
Black and white are playing,
Where is the fourth banana?
Black and White are playing,
When will the fourth come in?
Of my creative artistry,
Of bananas for four!
Of your creative artistry,
Of bananas for three!
This world is all that we have.
Do not take the mother when,
Takind the young birds away;
Life is full of black and white.
In the valley of salt,
In the valley of honey,
In the valley of peace,
In the valley of romance,
Beyond the Euphrates River with my mind;
Yes, this world is not our final home.
From Dan to Beersheba,
The Kings rule and misrule;
But, Blacks and Whites are the people on earth.
I have bananas for three to fly up with my muse,
You have bananas for four to make things work;
But, i will make you smile always in this world.
Great tidings of love is what i share with you,
Standing between Earth and Heaven with joy!
Of a romance full of peace when,
Black and White do play together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Money Honey
Well the landlord rang my front door bell
He let it ring for a long, long spell
Went to the window, peeked through the blind
Asked him to tell me what was on his mind
An' he said:
Money honey
Money honey
Money honey
If you want to stay up here with me.
I was screamin' green an so hard pressed
I called the woman that I love the best
Finally found my baby 'bout a quarter to three
She said "I wanna know what you want with me"
An I said:
Money honey (Just a little bit)
Money honey
Money honey
If you wanna git along with me.
Well she screamed and said
"What's wrong with you?
From this day on our romance is through."
I should tell my baby, face to face
How could another man take my place?
An she said:
Money honey (lots and lots of that)
Money honey (you got to give me some)
Money honey
If you wanna git along with me.
I learned my lesson and now I know
Sun may shine and the wind may blow
Women come and women may go
But before I'll tell em that I love em so.
I want
Money honey (Do you have some?)
Money honey
Money honey
If you wanna get along with me
Money honey, (Give me)
Money honey, (I need some)
Money honey, if you wanna get along with me.
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Black & White People
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
He's pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy 'cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
song performed by by Matchbox 20
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Black & White People
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the Technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
He's pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy 'cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the Technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the Technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the Technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Jim Of Maribyrnong
They were forthright days when Jim was born,
When they called a spade a spade.
And statesmen held in lofty scorn
he trickster's sticky trade.
For their eyes were clear and their views were strong,
And they'd be no party's too!
And big, bluff Jim of Maribyrnong
Learned wisdom in this school.
For black was black, and white was white,
When good Victoria reigned,
And argument made no wrong right,
No demagogue explained
That good might ever come of wrong,
Or black be painted white,
When big, bluff Jim of Maribyrnong
Went out to fight the fight.
'Twas thus Jim learned his politics;
And he's little changed today;
For he failed to learn those subtle tricks
That modern 'statesmen' play.
To aid the folk who'd suffered long
Thro' tyranny's base laws,
Marched big, bluff Jim of Maribyrnong,
Staunch for the Labor cause.
But times have changed a deal of late,
And the 'art' of politics;
And they say that Jim is out of date,
And will not learn new tricks.
But still unswayed by wrangling throng,
Forthright and conscience free,
Goes simple Jim of Maribyrnong
With his crude, blunt honesty.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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When public access to voting is impaired or when public confidence in voting is diluted, democracy suffers and our freedom is less secure.
quote by DeForest Soaries
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sorry
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy,
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was no good at jealousy, no good at jealousy.
Hes here, oh honey for just a day,
Ill find away to get away,
No matter what you say, hey hey.
Hes here, oh honey for just aday,
Hes coming from so far away,
For just a day, hey hey.
I dont want to deceive you,
But tell me how can I be true,
When all the jealosy,
Keeps me from telling it all to you.
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy,
Hes here, oh honey for just once a year,
That aint so much for you to share,
That aint so much to share.
Hes here, oh honey for just once a year,
You got my lovin right here,
Prepare now there, now there.
Nothing is never the same when your sorry,
Im really sorry of my jealousy,
Keeps you from knowing another side of me,
He loves me too and hes not jealous of you.
Sorry, jealousy, sorry, baby so sorry,
I was so full of jealousy, so full of jealousy.
Baby, sorry, jealousy, sorry, jealousy,
So full of jealousy...
song performed by by Grace Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Black White People
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet songs
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then its bound to be a powerful thing
If its just that youre weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living heres just plain
Hes pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And its one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy cuz
You wont go down like this?
Just roll over
Lay down till its more than you can take
If its just that youre weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybodys changin
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If its just that youre weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if youre weak
Can we talk about it
Its gettin so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
We are black and white people
song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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