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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Foller de drinkin' gou'd, Foller de drinkin' gou'd j For de ol' man say, "Foller de drinkin' gou'd."
De riva's bank am a very good road, De dead trees show de way; Lef' foot, peg foot goin' on, Foller de drinkin' gou'd. (Chorus.)
De river ends atween two hills, Foller de drinkin' gou'd j 'Nother river on de other side, Foller de drinkin' gou'd. (Chorus.)
Wha de little river
Meet de gre' big un,
De ol' man waitsó
Foller de drinkin' gou'd. (Chorus.)
RUN, NIGGER, RUN!
George B. Elliott of the law department of the Atlantic Railroad Company wrote in 1911 from Wilmington, North Carolina, quoting from a letter he had just received from O. B. Smith, Henderson, North Carolina:
"Your card of inquiry for the words 'Run, Nigger, Run, the Patter-roller Git You' came to-night and cheerful as the chirp of the cricket on the hearth. Jessie gave you Uncle Remus' version of recent hashed-up things since the War, before I had time to say anything, but I heard it in this wise before Uncle Remus was born:
"Just after the Nat Turner Insurrection in 1832 the Negroes were put under special restriction to home quarters, and patrolmen ap≠pointed to keep them in, and if caught without a written pass from