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    My old mans a we old man

    And my old mothers black.

    If ever I cursed my we old man

    I take my curses back.

    If ever I cursed my black old mother

    And wished she were in hell,

    Im sorry for t evil wish

    And now I wish her well

    My old man died in a fine big house.

    My ma died in a shack.

    I o die,

    Being neite nor black?