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1. Now, Charles Gustavus Anderson is my right and proper name.
Although I lie in custody, I'll ne'er deny the same.
I was raised by hodnest parents, although I die in scorn.
Oh, bud -lieve me, now I much lament the hour that I was born!

2 Now, my father was a shipwright; I might have been the same.
He taught me good exampdles, on him I lay no blame.
And for my poor old mother, for me she has wept sore.
Whedn she hears of my misfortune she cadn but grieve the more.
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