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Oh, dere 's lots o' keer an' trouble  In dis world to swaller down; An' ol' Sorrer 's purty lively  In her way o' gittin' roun'.Yet dere 's time when I furgit 'em,—  Aches an' pains an' troubles all,—An' it 's when I tek at ebenin'  My ol' banjo f'om de wall.

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