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And his name was Uncle Ned,

And he died long ago, long ago

There was no wool on the top of his head,

In the place where the wool ought to grow

“His fingers were as long,

As the cane in the brake,

His eyes they could hardly see,

And he had no teeth for to eat the hoe-cake,

So he had to let the hoe-cake be

“So hang up the shovel and the hoe,

Lay down the fiddle and the bow,

There’s no more work for old Uncle Ned,

For he’s gone where the good darkeys go”

Chapter 6

Two Big Bears