deep in the bowels of the Albert Hansell sat a worn half starved black man ,he was chained to bulkhead he'd been dragged aboard at new liberty bend his rewards for capture paid minus the usual 20% for transport he was singing a rather interesting song though hard to catch the words when a wet but dapper gentleman was escorted in and chained beside him Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me

I'm gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Eee hee eee, gon' get me a gamblin' woman, if it's the last thing that I do Well, a man don't need a woman, hoo, fair brown, that he got to give all his money to

Everybody say she got a mojo, now, she's been usin' that stuff Mmmm, mmmm, everybody says she got a mojo, 'cause she been usin' that stuff But she got a way trimmin'1 down, hoo, fair brown, and I mean it's most too tough

Now little girl, since I am the king, baby, and you is a queen Ooo eee, since I am the king baby, and you is a queen Let's us put our heads together, hoo, fair brown, then we can make our money green

from nowhere he produces a key and with these words passes the key to his companion

mee mis' seys a faint within a faint de keens aboat and they both vanish

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