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Racist policies merely for personal benefits

I am a little beggar boy,
My mother she is gone, (dead?)
My father is a drunkard,
He won't buy me no bread

I goes up to the pantry
To get a slice of bread,
My daddy come behind me
And whip me up to bed.

I set beside the window,
To hear the organ play,
God bless my dear old mommy
Who is dead and far a way.

Ding dong my castle bell,
Farewell my mommy,
You bury me in the same churchyard,
Along the side of my mommy,

My coffin shall be black,
Six white angels at the back,
Two to pray (watch?) and two to watch (pray?)
And two to carry my soul a way.