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Now, de blessed little angels
Up in heaben, we are told,
Don't do nothin' all dere lifetime
'Ceptin' play on ha'ps o' gold.
Now I think heaben 'd be mo' homelike
Ef we'd hyear some music fall
F'om a real ol'-fashioned banjo,
Like dat one upon de wall.

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