| O a Black 'Tilda don’t fit for no grave
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| O a Black 'Tilda, by the lamb are we saved
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| For she done cast herself for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda with briar for hair
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| O a Black 'Tilda so proud and so fair
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| For she done shamed herself for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda from the Barbary Shore
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| O a Black 'Tilda, the young master she lured
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| For she don’t give no mind for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda went moan in the night
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| O a Black 'Tilda thought herself a wife
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| Don’t the righteous fall quick for a Black Matilda?
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda, we walked through the wood
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| O a Black 'Tilda did scream of a child
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| There the devil was cast for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda did rattle and cry
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| O a Black 'Tilda, a long time did die
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| But there’s no need tear none for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name
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| O a Black 'Tilda don’t fit for no grave
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| O a Black 'Tilda, by the lamb are we saved
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| For she done cast herself for a Black Matilda
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| And we spit down the hole with no name |