What he Overseer Told Me.
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And Marquita? She fainted, no wonder, she had clutched at his arm as he ran,
And stumbled and fell almost under the wheels of the passenger van.
Yes, that's all. Have you heard of the station where black boys are trained on the run,
And, as well as a good education, get plenty of tucker and fun?
Well, that scheme is Marquita's, she raised it instead of a cold, useless stone
In remembrance of one little nigger who gave up his life for her own.
And stumbled and fell almost under the wheels of the passenger van.
Yes, that's all. Have you heard of the station where black boys are trained on the run,
And, as well as a good education, get plenty of tucker and fun?
Well, that scheme is Marquita's, she raised it instead of a cold, useless stone
In remembrance of one little nigger who gave up his life for her own.
A Thought
Oh! this is joy to fashion
With cunning rune and rhyme
A song of love and passion
That withers not with time;
To miss the critic's stricture
By poems richly wrought
The line that makes a picture,
The word that holds a thought.
With cunning rune and rhyme
A song of love and passion
That withers not with time;
To miss the critic's stricture
By poems richly wrought
The line that makes a picture,
The word that holds a thought.
