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C J Dennis - An Echo from Africa
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Da ruction happen by Nicko`s place
   Las` week, in da deada da night.
Da copper he very near cop da case
   Accounta da fish-shop fight
In da great beeg international way
   Dat wrecka da oyster bar.
Now Nicko he grinda da tooth an` say,
   "Da white-a man rule, by gar!"

Sammo, da slush, wit` da dark-tan face,
   Scale an` clean-a fish --
Long time he toila by Nicko`s place,
   Washa da dirty dish.
But Nicko he say, "Da t`ings get slow;
   Dis war make da beezness slack.
Dat Sammo, da slush, he have to go."
   So Nicko he sacka da black.

Las-a night, when Sammo he come for da mon`,
   His eye got da look like-a dirt.
But, Nicko, he say to heem, like in fun,
   "Take-a dat, black scuma da eart`."
Den Sammo he scowl aroun` da shop
   An` he grabba da long, fat eel,
An` he smacka poor Nicko right in da chop
   So he fall head over heel!

But Nicko come up wi` da Musso glare,
   An` he seize-a da ten-poun` schnap.
Ah, I only wisha dat you been dere;
   You see-a da bonza scrap!!
Dey smash-a da souce-bot, smash-a da chair,
   Dey smash-a da glass partish,
Dey smash-a da pot-plant topa da stair;
   An` da place all cover wit` fish!

Den Sammo he tread on da gar-fish head,
   An` da foot fly up in da air,
An` he come-a down flop an` lie like dead
   When he banga da head on da chair.
An` Nicko he grab heem quick by da feet
   An` drag heem outa da door,
An` he say, as he fling heem into da street,
   "Dat feenish my Afric war."

But Nicko he same like a change man now;
   All over da shop he fuss;
He flash-a da eye an` he knit-a da brow,
   An` he stick out da jaw like-a Muss.
An` he look each customer close by da face
   For da sign of da bad, black drop.
Den he grind-a da tooth if he twig da trace:
   "Abyssin!  Get outta my shop!"
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