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Rub-a-dub-dub; two found in two tubs.
A mother and daughter were they.
The first was on drugs; but here is the rub –
The second? We’re guessing; none say. 

Rub-a-dub-dub; face down in a tub;
Both rich ones, the second from first.
It does not take dough to join the club;
All dopers can be thus accursed. 

Rub-a-dub-dub; live, don’t take the drug.
Each day on this earth is a high.
A friend who would offer is no friend – a thug
With poison so that you will die.


© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.



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My ole Mistiss promise me,
W’en she die, she’d set me free.
She lived so long dat ‘er head got bal’.
An’ she give out’n de notion a dyin’ at all. 

My ole Mistiss say to me:
“Sambo I’se gwine ter set you free.”
But w’en dat head git slick an’ bal’,
De Lawd couldn’ a’ killed ‘er wid a big green maul. 

My ole Mistiss never die,
Wid ‘er nose all hooked an’ skin all dry.
But my ole Miss, she’s somehow gone,
An’ she lef’ “Uncle Sambo” a-hillin’ up co’n. 

Ole Mosser lakwise promise me,
W’en he died, he’d set me free.
But ole Mosser go an’ make his Will
Fer to leave me a-plowin ole Beck still. 

Yes, my ole Mosser promise me;
But “his papers” didn’ leave me free.
A dose of pizen he’ped ‘im along.
May de Devil preach ‘is funer’l song.


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