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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
Br'er Rabbit say to de cunnin' elf:
"You jes want me to fall an* kill myself."
Dat Jaybird a-settin' on a swingin' lim'. He wink at me an' I wink at him. He laugh at me w'en my gun "crack." It kick me down on de flat o' my back.
Nex' day de Jaybird dance dat lim\ I grabs my gun fer to shoot at him. W'en I "crack" down, it split my chin. "Ole Aggie Cunjer" fly lak sin.
Way down yon'er at de risin' sun, Jaybird a-talkin' wid a forked tongue. *He's been down dar whar de bad mens dwell. "Ole Friday Devil," fare—you—well!
OFF FROM RICHMOND
I'se off from Richmon' sooner in de mornin'. I'se off from Richmon' befo' de break o' day. I slips off from Mosser widout pass an' warnin' Fer I mus' see my Donie wharever she may stay.
* A superstition. For explanation, see Study in Negro Folk Rhymes.