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302              NEGRO DIALECT VERSES
Dem skeeters 'minds me, mighty heap,
Er dese yar mortal fools Dat thinks dey's gwine to do erway
Wid all de laws en rules, An' run things jis' to suit deyselves,
En live high, every day; Git all dey wants, an' do no work,
An' hoot at givin' pay.
Dey gwine to keep a pestrin' 'roun'
Tell ev'ry chance has flew, An' Ole Starvation done is come
An' smashed de hawngry crew. De man what works whar he belong,
An' win his 'onis' way, Will l'arn how dat beats sizzin' 'roun'
You hear me say my say.
TELL ME, HONEY.
Wen ole Unc' Gabel done blow his bugle hawn,
Tell me, tell me, honey, Will you meet me by de ribber, jes sho' as you is bawn ?
Tell me, tell me, honey Kase I won't cyar, ef you ain' dar,