Oh, just one moment... you know, there's a lovely, sad, Negro spiritual...

Ivy's brother used to... uh, are you all right?

Anyway, Ivy's brother used to sing this when he came in from the tobbaco fields...

Mmmm..."Mama, is master going to sell us tomorrow? Yes, yes, yes! Mama, is master going to sell us tomorrow? Yes, yes, yes! Mama... is master going to sell ME to-mor-or-or-row..."