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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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An' de dress she wo'. Umbereller on her shoulder, Piece o' paper in her han', Well, I heard her tell de captain, CI want my man.* "
"Lord, Thelma say she love mej
But I b'lieve she toP a lie,
'Cause she hasn' been to see me since de las' July.
She brought me lil coffee,
She brought me lil tea,
She brought me nearly ev'thing
But de jail-house key."
"Looky, looky yonder,
What in de worP do I see?
Well, dat brown-skin woman,
Comin' after me.
She wore a mother hubbard
Jes' like a mournin' gown;
Trimmin' on her apron,
Lawd God, how it do hang down!"
aT. K. Erwin went to Austin
Wid a paper in his hands
To get de intermediate sentence
Passed on de convict man.
He hand de paper to de gov'nor,
And dere it stood.
I know she gonna sign it,
'Cause she said she would." *
"I'm gwine away to leave you, An' my time ain' long.
This ver«e, however, is not current outside of Texas.
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