So Ellyat talked to his young indignation, Walking back home with the October moon. But, even as he mused, he tried to picture The South, that languorous land where Uncle Toms Groaned Biblically underneath the lash, And grinning Topsies mopped and mowed behind Each honeysuckle vine. They called them niggers And cut their ears off when they ran away, But then they loved their mammies⁠—there was that⁠— Although they sometimes sold them down the river⁠— And when the niggers were not getting licked Or quoting Scripture, they sang funny songs, By the Swanee river, on the old plantation.