UNCLE IKE'S HOLIDAY.
"WELL UNCLE IKE! This beats me; I don't know what to say: Last night I took it for a joke, When of that odd project you spoke, To celebrate today."
"I didn't take you for the man, Kind as I've been to you, To leave me in this busy time, Tomatoes, spoiling on my vines, To loaf a whole day through."
I've corn now parching in the field; Potatoes yet to dig. Yet you can walk off in this way, And leave me in "a hole" all day, Nor do you give a "fig."
You colored folks, are cranks for sure; Here in this busy week, To stop a good job, just for fun. And sport around from sun to sun,—" "Stop right dah! Let me speak!"
"Dis day is 'Mancipation, De day when God, who reigns, Wid Lincum fah his instrument, De very jaws ob Sof did rent, To bust de slav'ry's chains.