Digital Tradition Mirror

Uncle Ned

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.

 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.


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