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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Thought He'd make a 'ooman, too— Dese bones gwine to rise again. Didn't know 'xactly what to do— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Took a rib from Adam's side— Dese bones gwine to rise again. Made Miss Eve for to be his bride— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Put 'em in a gyarden, rich and fair— Dese bones gwine to rise again. To? 'em dey might eat whatever wuz dere— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
But to one tree dey mus' not go— Dese bones gwine to rise again. Mus' leave de apples dere to grow— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
OP Miss Eve come walkin' roun'— Dese bones gwine to rise again. Spied a tree all loaded down— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Sarpint qupiled around-a chunk— Dese bones gwine to rise again. At Miss Eve his eye he wunk— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
Firs' she took a little pull— Dese bones gwine to rise again. Den she fill her apron full— Dese bones gwine to rise again.
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