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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
PROMISES OF FREEDOM
My ole Mistiss promise me, Wen she died, she'd set me free. She lived so long dat 'er head got bal', An' she give out'n de notion a dyin' at all.
My ole Mistiss say to me: "Sambo, I'se gwine ter set you free." But w'en dat head git slick an' bal', De Lawd couldn' a' killed 'er wid a big green maul.
My ole Mistiss never die,
Wid 'er nose all hooked an' skin all
dry. But my ole Miss, she's somehow gone, An' she lef "Uncle Sambo" a-hillin'
Ole Mosser lakwise promise me, Wen he died, he'd set me free. But ole Mosser go an' make his Will Fer to leave me a-plowin' ole Beck still.