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THE BLACK MAN'S LAMENT.
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HOEING.
The weeds about them clear'd away,
Then mould again by hand we throw;
And, at no very distant day,
Here Negroes plough, and there they hoe.
HOEING.
The weeds about them clear'd away,
Then mould again by hand we throw;
And, at no very distant day,
Here Negroes plough, and there they hoe.