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Say quality (dis is mainer
'N' all I'se tole you yit),
Say 'tain' no better 'n 'arf-strainer,
An' dat his master'll git
Good place in heaven—po' white folks, mark!—
As y'all whar come right out de ark,
An' dat—now jes' heah dis—dat he,
A po'-white-folks' nigger, 's good as me!

He's gwine straight to de deble!
An' sarve him jes' right, too!
He's a outdacious rebel,
Arter all I'se done do!
I'se sweat, an' arguified, an' blowed
Over dat black nigger mo'
'N' would 'a' teck a c'nal-boat-load
Over to Canyan sho':—

I'se tried refection, 'twarn' nowhar!
I'se rastled wid de Lord in prar;
I'se quoiled till I wuz mos' daid;
I'se th'owed de spider at his haid;
But he ole haid 'twus so thick th'oo
Hit bus' my skillet spang in two.

You kin dye black hyah and meck it light,
You kin tu'n de Ephiope's spots to white,
You mout grow two or th'ee cubics bigger,
But you carn't onchange a po'-white-folks' nigger!
When you's dwellin' on golden harps and chunes,
A po'-white-folks' nigger's thinkin' 'bout coons;
An' when you's snifflin' de heaven'y blossoms,
A po'-white-folks' nigger's studyin' 'bout possums.

Thos. N. Page.