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NEGRO DIALECT VERSES             199
But Marse Grant gimme dis yer gun, En say dat it I'd fa'rly won; " You keep it, Ephum, fo' yo'se'f." I thanked him, en he bowed an lef.
Dat's how I got dat good ole gun, En lemme tell you whut, mer son, Ef you'd jis load her wid mo' sense She wouldn' kick you thoo de fence.
Fse got a Sunday shirt,
An' it look so mighty peart, My Julie gal she hang it on de do'
All thoo de week-a-days,
An' she do dat, so she says, For to 'form de folks as how we isn' po'.
Oh! de Sunday shirt is hanging on de do'; For to let de passin' people fully know,
Dat de pussons livin' dar
Is er doin' pooty fa'r, An' dey lacks a mighty heap of bein' po'.
De place whar I hoi's outó You heah dis niggah shoutó

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