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	American Ballads and Folk Songs
	I looked all around and found my head a-missin'— He'd bit off my head and I had swallered hisn! Then we did agree to let each other bej I was too much for him, and he was too much for me*
	RAISE A RUKUS TONIGHT This song, probably of a minstrel origin, is one of the best known of all tunes among Negroes of the South- The verses are legion. The three verses quoted here were sung to us by a Negro boy, named Butterball, on the Smithers plantation near Huntsville, Texas. He was a runt, what the cowboys call, among cattle, "a dogie." And he sang for us, with scarcely a hesitation, some twenty stanzas of "Raise a Rukus," each an epigram that dealt with something good to eat, the whole a saga of the belly.