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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
DINAH'S DINNER HORN
It's a col', frosty mornin', An' de Niggers goes to wo'k; Wid deir axes on deir shoulders, An' widout a bit o' * shu't.
Dey's got ole husky ashcake, Widout a bit o' fat; An' de white folks'll grumble, If you eats much o' dat.
I runs down to de henhouse, An' I falls upon my knees; It's 'nough to make a rabbit laugh To hear my tucky sneeze.
I grows up on dem meatskins, I comes down on a bone; I hits dat co'n bread fifty licks, I makes dat butter moan.
It's glory in yo' honor!
An' don't you want to go?
I sholy will be ready
Fer dat dinnah ho'n to blow. * Shu't = shirt