Abie Baby / Fourscore

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all,
 and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's
 free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.
 Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all,
 and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's
 free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves.
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fkin-pator of the slaves.
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fkin-pator of the slaves.
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 Four score and seven years ago
 Our forefathers,
 
 Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
 Concieved,
 In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love,
 dedicated to the proposition
 That all men, all men, all men
 Are created equal
 Happy birthday, Abie baby,
 Happy birthday to you
 Happy birthday, Abie baby,
 Happy birthday to you
 Happy birthday, Abie baby,
 Happy birthday to you
 Bang!