I have heard your pleas for help and have this to say...
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Henceforth, begone thou foul besmirck-ed beast
Thou, namest Joe, thou of the cottone orbe.
Thy grasp and strangle-hold upon this sphere
Didst fadeth from this plane of mortal men
Long ages—cold and dusty æons—ago.
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Long lost to time; all knowledge of thy source,
That foul wellspring beguiled of sulph'rous fumes.
Returneth thence forthwith! Thy banjo tones
No-more to twang throughout these hallowed hills,
Besullying each virgin ear for miles;
Thy calloused fingers and thy palsied bones.
—The spit, the cross, the salt o'er shoulder thrown.
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Whence cometh thou, I know not, nor can know.
Whence goeth—care not, cottone ey-ed Joe.
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—Caconym
(Original author credited)
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Henceforth, begone thou foul besmirck-ed beast
Thou, namest Joe, thou of the cottone orbe.
Thy grasp and strangle-hold upon this sphere
Didst fadeth from this plane of mortal men
Long ages—cold and dusty æons—ago.
.
Long lost to time; all knowledge of thy source,
That foul wellspring beguiled of sulph'rous fumes.
Returneth thence forthwith! Thy banjo tones
No-more to twang throughout these hallowed hills,
Besullying each virgin ear for miles;
Thy calloused fingers and thy palsied bones.
—The spit, the cross, the salt o'er shoulder thrown.
.
Whence cometh thou, I know not, nor can know.
Whence goeth—care not, cottone ey-ed Joe.
.
—Caconym
(Original author credited)