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WHEN I DIE Cf. White, p. 368; Frank Shay, My Pious Friends andDrunken Companions, P- 53-
A Learned by Mrs. Henry as a child in Atlanta, Georgia, 1. And-a when I die, When I die, Don't bury me at all,
Bury me at all; Just pickle my bones, Pickle my bones In alcohol Alcohol 2. Place a bottie of booze, Bottle of booze, At my head and feet,
Head and feet; You may think Fra dead,
Think I'm dead, But I'm walking the street Walking the street.
Obtained from Mr. C. L. Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, August, 1931.
When 1 die, don't bury me at all;
Just pickle my bones in alcohol.
Put a bottle of boo?e at my feet and head;
If it stays there, you will know I am dead.
These fragments were recorded from the singing of William P. Corbett, Frost Proof, Florida, who learned them many years ago from Negroes in Laurens County, Georgia.

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