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NEGRO DIALECT VERSES 197
Trying on dis earth to stay,
All day on de Lawd's day^. He 'rastled till dem stars arose,
All day on de Lawd's day. An' when he got dar dem gates was close',
Dat day on de Lawd's day.
HOW EPHUM WON A GUN.
Dat muskit kicked me th'oo de fence, En' I ain' got my bref good sense; Say, daddy, woan' you tell yo' son Whar in de worl' you got dat gun ?
I got it in de waugh, you dunce, Ez Ise tole you mo' dan once. How many times mus' dat be said To git hit th'oo yo' kinky head ?
Laws, daddy! 'clar I didn' know Dat you wuz in de waugh befo', I wisht you'd tell me all about How you got in an' den got out.
I wuzn't in de waugh befo'; I went wid my young marster, Joe. En when Marse Joe wuz in de line In co'se I allers rid behin'.