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American Ballads and Folk Songs
But him slide 'round and 'round dis chile,
Tell, jis £o' sheck 'im off li'l while,
Me, I was bleedze fo' say: "Shoo!
If I'll meek merrie wid you?
Oh, yass, I ziss leave meek merrie, me,
Yass, sah, I ziss leave meek merrie."
You-alls w'at laugh at me so well, I wish you'd knowed dat Creole swell, Wid all 'is swit, smilin' trick. 'Pon my soul! you'd done say, quick, "Oh, yass, I ziss leave meek merrie, me. Yass, sah, I ziss leave meek merrie." |
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