tloling at these lyrics
I have seen a real negro man
And he was as black in the head as a tar bucket
And he said so many strange things
And in his nose he had a huge ring
I asked him what kind of person you are, why have you smeared black on those legs
Then he simply laughed and said these words
Of the words I did not understand a trace:
Fidlihak-olatom-rassi-gassi bom
Black Massa was from Umblagidarum
I have seen an Indian man
And he was so red in the head it like a fire
He was dressed so nicely with a feathered hat on
There were both gold, red, blue
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