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CREOLE SLAVE SONG, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The english muskets went bim! Bim!
Last Line: A musket shot from an englishman.
Subject(s): Slavery; Serfs


The English muskets went bim! bim!
Kentucky rifles went zim! zim!
I said to myself, save your skin!
I scampered along the water's edge;
When I got back it was daybreak.
Mistress flew into a passion;
She had me whipped at the "four stakes,"
Because I didn't stay with master;
But the "four stakes" for me is better than
A musket shot from an Englishman.





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