Who cares for charity when it comes from black guys like these,
deep dark, all searching?
Sum mer and the breakfast is plenty, tables set,
the supper's ready, feast attended by the gypsy.
I'll follow you today where the children,
First next day, you walked with me
Our black eyes, our black eyes,
Thread is bare, the button's worn
This coat I wear is old and torn
Without asking for your company
I've been with your understudy
In the broken, beaten blocks of the city
I'll follow you today, where the children,
First next day, you walked with me
Our black eyes, our black eyes,
No doubt, you are strong.
Our black eyes, our black eyes
It came for me, I was unharmed.
Our black eyes, our black eyes,
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