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Poems

1Oh, my golden slippers am laid away,

2Kase I don't 'spect to wear 'em till my weddin' day,

3And my long-tail'd coat, dat I loved so well,

4I will wear up in de chariot in de morn;

5And my long, white robe dat I bought last June,

6I'm gwine to get changed kase it fits too soon,

7And de ole grew hoss dat I used to drive,

8I will hitch him up to de chariot in de morn.

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11Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers!

12Golden slippers I'm gwine to wear, becase dey look so neat;

13Oh, dem golden slippers! Oh, dem golden slippers!

14Golden slippers I'se gwine to wear, To walk de golden street.

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17Oh, my ole banjo hangs on de wall,

18Kase it aint been tuned since way las fall,

19But de darks all say we will had a good time,

20When we ride up in de chariot in de morn;

21Dat's ole Brudder Ben and Sister Luce,

22Dey will telegraph de news to Uncle Bacco Juice,

23What a great camp-meetin' der will be dat dey,

24When we ride up in de chariot in de morn.

26Chorus

28So, it's good bye, children, I will have to go

29Whar de rain don't fall or de wind don't blow,

30And yer ulster coats, why, yer will not need,

31When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn;

32But yer golden slippers must be nice and clean,

33And yer age must be just sweet sixteen,

34And yer white kid gloves yer will have to wear,

35When yer ride up in de chariot in de morn.

37Chorus