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Calico Indians

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Oh how we used to hate the sight Of the evil rent collector coming in the night. Got to tithe the 40 bushels, but it don't seem right. Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon. We had taken a wilderness And turned the Earth to bounty by the rake's caress. Never owning what we tilled below the crescent moon. Up to the manor house to pay the Great Patroon. The sheriff was about to sell their cows, Or otherwise extort the rent. So they met in barns and in out of the way places To scheme all night on how to gain their ends. What do you wear for civil war in 1844 In upstate New York? What do you wear for civil war in 1844 In upstate New York? These Indians wore Calico dresses, belted at the waist, Red flannel pantaloons, oh! Those masks were awful looking things, With fringe around the neck. Horns upon the forehead, Coarse animal hair glued on for a beard. At this pow-wow among the grotesque, The chief wore a striped calico long lady's dress. Blow the tin dinner horn over


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