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LAST WORDS OF THE DYING RECRUIT
Mumma!—a whe’ mumma deh?
Mumma!—mumma gone away?
Gone, oh gone is eberyt’ing,
But de funny fancies cling.
Aye, t’enk God, me mumma come!
Ma, no lef’ me, tek me home;
Tek me from de awful strife
Of dis miserable life.
