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I'm still young, but I know my days are numbered1234567 and so on But the time will come
When these numbers have all ended
And all I ever seen will be forgotten
Won't you come to my funeral
When my days are gone
Life's not young
So I hope when I'm finally dead and gone
That you gather 'round
And I am in lowered into the ground
When my coffin is sealed and I'm
Safely six feet under
Perhaps my friends will see fit
Then to judge me
Oh when they pause to consider
All my blunders
I hope they won't be too quickto begrudge me
Won't you come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life's not long
So I hope That I am finally dead and gone
That you gather 'round and Iam lowered into the ground
If I should die before I wake up
I pray that the Lord my soul he
Take but my body, my body
That's your job
Well I can't be sure where I'm
Heading when I'm dead
To heaven, hell or yon to that great vast
But if I can I would like
To meet my maker, there's oneor two things I'd like to ask
Won't you come to my funeral
When my days are done
Life's not long, so I
Hope when I'm finally dead and gone
That you gather 'round when
I am lowered into the ground
Sam Whitec2mxwhi@fre.fsu.umd.edu
Now if it is deemed necessarythat I should forfeit my lifefor the furtherance of the endsof justice, and mingle my bloodwith the blood of my children,and with the blood of millionsin this slave country whose rightsdisregarded by cruel, wicked, andunjust enactments, then I say;let it be done.
John Brown. 1859.
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