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"I'm tired o' drillin' rocks; I want to be in the fields again; I want to see the grain growin'; I want the dirt in the furrows at home; I want old Pensylvanny; I want my folks; I'm done, boys, I'm done, I'm done . . .!" And with these words he buried his face in his hands. "Oh, mother, an-gel mother, are you waitin' " sang the Minstrel, dolefully.
As soon as Trinidad had seated himself the Minstrel struck a chord and announced impressively: "'Old Dog Tray, gents, 'or Echoes from Home'!" He cleared his throat, and the next instant in quavering tones he warbled: "How of-ten do I pic-ture The old folks down at home, And of-ten wonder if they think of me, Would an-gel mother know me, If back there I did roam, Would old dog Tray re-member me."
His first step was to improve the language, by adapting sound to spelling and he insisted on calling angel, an-gel, because a-n spelt an; chamber, cham-ber, for the same reason; and so on through a long catalogue of similarly constructed words.
No second invitation was needed, and the chorus was taken up by all, the singers beating time with their feet and chips. ALL. "Oh, mother, an-gel mother, are you waitin' there beside the lit-tle cottage on the lea " JAKE. "On the lea " ALL. "How of-ten would she bless me in all them days so fair Would old dog Tray re-member me " SONORA. "Re-member me."
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