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UNCLE NED His fingers were long As the cane in de brake, He had no eyes for to see; He had no teeth for to eat the corn cake, So he had to let the corn cake be. Refrain: When old Ned die Massa take it mighty hard, De tears run down like the rain; Old Missus turn pale, an' she get berry sad, Cayse she nebber see old Ned again. Refrain: @minstrel filename[ UNCLENED RG APR99 |
Uncle Ned [Stephen Collins Foster] |