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AUNT PHOEBE'S REMONSTRANCE, by                    
First Line: My missis! You gwine to marry her, you say!
Last Line: An' fin' my chile.
Subject(s): Slavery; Serfs


MY missis! You gwine to marry her, you say!
'Fo' Gord, now, marster, you's foolin' me, I knows.
Gwine tek dat little chile o' ourn away!
Why, she ain't nuthin' mo'n a chile!
You go back home and wait awhile,
Untel she grows.

Why, marster, 't wa'n't but little while ergo
Dat I fuss hel' her in ole missis' room.
An' now you tells me she's done grow'd up? Sho!
Dat chile ain't no mo' fittin' fer
To marry you, I tell you, sir,
Dan dis here broom.

She sholy was a fine-raised chile, I knows,
Kaze I help raise her, sir; I brung her up.
When she wa'n't mo'n ten years ole, I s'pose,
Ole miss use' stan' her by de wall,
'N' she 'd say de twelb commandments all
Without a stop.

An' when I use' to tek her up to bade
Jes' sharp at eight, -- old miss wus punkshall, sho, --
I'd tek her in my lap an' comb her hade,
An' den I'd tell de stories to her
'Bout raslin' Jacob an' marse Noah
An' his rainbow.

One day ole marster tuck her off to school,
Whar de gret folks had dere chillen larn.
When she come back, she 'd set on dat dar stool,
'N' play dat piany tell it soun'
Fit like Brer Gabriel done come down
Here wid his harn.

An' now you's gwine to tek my chile away?
What's me 'n' ole miss gwine do widout her den?
What make dat you cyarnt come down here an' stay?
Gwine tek dat preshus lam' wid you
Fum miss and her ole mammy, too --
Say, marster, when?

Not 'fo' nex' fall! Oh, thank de Lord ob Grace!
Kaze we's gwine hab her fer a little while!
When she's done gone, 't won't be de same ole place;
But we befo' de Lord mus' bow --
Thankee, marster, -- lemme go now
An' fin' my chile.





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