Cagot
The Cagots (pronounced: [ka.ɡo]) were a persecuted and despised minority found in the west of France and northern Spain: the Navarrese Pyrenees, Basque provinces, Béarn, Aragón, Gascony and Brittany. Their name has differed by province and the local language: Cagots, Gézitains, Gahets, and Gafets in Gascony; Agotes, Agotak, and Gafos in Basque country; Capots in Anjou and Languedoc; and Cacons, Cahets, Caqueux, and Caquins in Brittany. Evidence of the group exists back as far as AD 1000.
Cagots were shunned and hated. While restrictions varied by time and place, they were typically required to live in separate quarters in towns, called cagoteries, which were often on the far outskirts of the villages. Cagots were excluded from all political and social rights. They were not allowed to marry non-Cagots, enter taverns, hold cabarets, use public fountains, sell food or wine, touch food in the market, work with livestock, or enter the mill. They were allowed to enter a church only by a special door, and during the service, a rail separated them from the other worshippers. Either they were altogether forbidden to partake of the sacrament, or the Eucharist was given to them on the end of a wooden spoon, while a holy water stoup was reserved for their exclusive use. They were compelled to wear a distinctive dress, to which, in some places, was attached the foot of a goose or duck (whence they were sometimes called "Canards"). So pestilential was their touch considered that it was a crime for them to walk the common road barefooted or to drink from the same cup as non-Cagots. The Cagots were often restricted to the trades of carpenter, butcher, and rope-maker.
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Used To Love
by: Keke WyattWo oh oh
wo oh oh, wo oh oh oh
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Now baby I been thinking bout how you been acting strange
and baby I been thinking how so many things have changed
in my life, in my home, in my bed
said I remember how you used to love
How you used to love, you don't love no more
how you used to care, you don't care no more
that's alright, that's ok
drop the key on your way
catch a bus, ride the train
it doesn't matter just keep going
Now boy I can remember how I used to foot the bill
and yes I do regret the day I took your broke ass in
to my life, to my home, to my bed
said that I must have lost my head
I guess you thought that I'd let you walk on me like the floor
I gues you thought that you'd keep tracking dirt inside my door
you got it all wrong
it's been too long
all of the love is gone
now I'm singing you this song
How you used to love, you don't love no more
how you used to care, you don't care no more
that's alright, that's ok
drop the key on your way
grab a bus, ride the train
it doesn't matter just keep going
How you used to love, you don't love no more
how you used to care, you don't care no more
that's alright, that's ok
drop the keys on your way
grab a bus, ride the train
it doesn't matter just keep going
You must have thought that you were getting over for so long
but I was giving you the chance to make things right from being so wrong
but your time is up, took too long, I don't wanna hear it
get your shirt, shoes, pants and draws up from outta here
Oh oh oh oh
wo oh ooh wo
woo woo oh
Like you used to love, you don't love no more
how you used to care, you don't care no more
that's alright, that's ok
drop the keys on your way
grab a bus, ride the train
it doesn't matter just keep going
How you used to love, you don't love no more
how you used to care, you don't care no more
that's alright, that's ok
drop the keys on your way
grab a bus, ride the train
it doesn't matter just keep going
Oh oh oh