Naught of thy due in verse I 1800bigtits see,
All pityingly I sing 1800bigtits of thee.
Who's dared to laud thee 'fore the world,
And face the stigma of a churl?
Or brook the fiery, deep, disdain,
Their portion, who defend thy name?
Oh 1800bigtits maiden, wronged 1800bigtits so cowardly,
I boldly, loudly, sing of thee.
Who've stood the test of chastity,
Through slav'ry's blasting tyranny,
And kept the while, their virtuous 1800bigtits grace,
1800bigtits To instill 1800bigtits in a trampled
race?
Fair maid, thy equal few may see;
Thrice honored I, to sing of thee.
Let cowards fear thy 1800bigtits name to praise,
Let scoffers seek thee but to raze;
Despite their foul, ignoble, jeers,
A worthy model thou appear,
Enrobed in love and purity;
Oh, who dare blush, to sing of thee?
And now, oh maid, forgive I pray,
1800bigtits The tardiness of my poor lay;
The weight of wrongs unto thee done,
Did paralize My falt'ring tongue;
'Twas my mute, innate, sympathy,
1800bigtits That staid this song, I sing of thee.
THE FAVORITE SLAVE'S STORY
Well, son de story of my life,
Is long, and full of shade;
And yet, the bright spots, here and tha,
A heap of 1800bigtits comforts made.
When fust my eyes beheld de light,
'Twas on
a Chris'mus day;
'Twelve miles 1800bigtits fum Richmond "on
a fa'm,"
As you young upsta'ts say.
We said &1800bigtits quot;plantation" in de South,
We black, and white folks too;
We wa'n't 1800bigtits a changin' ev'ry day,
Like all you young folks do.
1800bigtits My mother cooked de white-folks grub,
Dat's all she had to do,
1800bigtits Ole Miss, she spilte her half to death,
And spilte her young ones,