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Forty-four




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If de people'll jes gimme
Des a liddle bit o' peace,
I'll tell 'em what happen
To de Chief o' Perlice.
He met a robber
Right at de d[=o]'!
An' de robber, he shot 'im
Wid a forty-f[=o]'!
He shot dat Perliceman.
He shot 'im sh[=o]'!
What did he shoot 'im wid?
A forty-f[=o]'.

Dey sent fer de Doctah
An' de Doctah he come.
He come in a hurry,
He come in a run.
He come wid his instriments
Right in his han',
To progue an' find
Dat forty-f[=o]', Man!
De Doctah he progued;
He progued 'im sh[=o]'!
But he jes couldn' find
Dat forty-f[=o]'.

Dey sent fer de Preachah,
An' de preachah he come.
He come in a walk,
An' he come in to talk.
He come wid 'is Bible,
Right in 'is han',
An' he read from dat chapter,
Forty-f[=o]', Man!
Dat Preachah, he read.
He read, I know.
What Chapter did he read frum?
'Twus Forty-f[=o]'!





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