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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Et tous tans li m' ape' dire, "Vini, zamie, pou' nous lire." * "Non, Miche, m' pas 'oule rire moin, Non, Miche, m' pas 'oule rire."
Mais li te' tant cicae moi, Pou li te' quitte' moin youn fois Mo te' 'blize' pou' li dire, "Oui, Miche, mo 'oule rire. Oui, Miche, mo 'oule rire moin, Oui, Miche, mo 'oule rire."
Zaut tous qu'ap'es moin la-bas Si zaut te conne Candjo la, Qui belle fagon li pou' rire, Dje' pini moin! zaut s're dire, "Oui, Miche, mo 'oule rire moin, Oui, Miche, mo 'oule rire."
Translation
One day one young Creole Candio,
Mo' fin-eh dan sho'-nuf white beau,
Kip all de time meckin' free,
"Swithawt, meek merrie wid me."
"Naw, sah, I dawn't want meek merrie, me,
Naw, sah, I dawn't want meek merrie."
I go teck walk in wood close by,
But Creole teck same road and try
All time, all time to meek free—
"Swithawt, meek merrie wid me."
"Naw, sah, I dawn't want meek merrie, me,
Naw, sah, I dawn't want meek merrie."
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