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62 BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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Sing wid all yo' might en main, Christmas, it am here again; Christmas come but once a year; Wen it come we has a sheer; Ah ha, oo hoo !
Turkey, he am mighty proud;
Ah ha, oo hoo! Struttin' roun' en gobblin' loud;
Ah ha, oo hoo! I'll pick his bone en spread his wing;
Ah ha, oo hoo ! Chickin's neck I'se gwine to wring;
Ah ha, oo hoo! Sing wid all yo' might en main, Christmas, it am here again; Christmas come but once a year; Wen it come we has a sheer;
Ah ha, oo hoo !
Thus, and long, in sweet concordance, Come the song and quaint refrain,
Trooping merrily and welcome Down the years in mem'ry's train.
Daylight comes, and Christmas morning
Glides in through the eastern rift, And the " people "—old and young ones— " Ketch " the white folks' " Christmas gift." |
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