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NEGRO DIALECT VERSES 201'
Tek de white folks by de nose, Grab de niggah by de toes.
Cotton seed an' cotton sowed, Rainy day an' cawn done hoed, Pusley growin' mighty fas', Down dar in de gyarden sass.
1 " DEM SKEETERS."
See dat ole skeeter buzzin' 'roun' ?
He. co'tein' sartin death. I'm layin' fur him, mighty low,
An' soon I'll stop his breath. He dunno who he foolin' wid,
But when I smash 'im down, Dat skeeter gwine to quit his trick
Er buzzin', buzzin' 'roun'.
Ker-bip! He dodged me dat ar time,
But he doan know no mo' ;Dan jis' to come er trapesin' back,
An' den I'll git him sho'. " S.izZ-izz "—you hear his sassy song ?
He done lit on my face; Ker-bip ! He'll nevah sing no mo';
He done is run he race.