Letras
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I will not shake the hand, old man
I will not shake the hand
Your beauty is righteous red, old man
Your beauty is a liar's land
Like talons of a fawn and white
Appearing power to win
It is not the berry wood
That lies the nation in the skin
I look not towards the black, my friend
Nor see that horrid brow
The teeths I see, man, my friend
The wrinkle that you love
Your raceless sex, we eat, old man
And neither tell you how
Our eyes are looking down, old man
Like they flee the cow
I do not know the sin, my friend
But you are leading us on
You climb to the top, my friend
Of every grace and bough
Your beauty is red and pale, old man
Your beauty is a liar's land
Your will I will not shake, old man
Your will I will not shake
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I will not shake the hand
