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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
* I WOULDN'T MARRY A YELLOW OR A WHITE NEGRO GIRL
I sho' loves dat gal dat dey calls Sally t "Black," An' I sorter loves some of de res'; I first loves de gals fer lovin' me, Den I loves myse'f de bes'.
I wouldn' marry dat yaller Nigger gal, An' I'll tell you de reason why: Her neck's drawed out so stringy an' long, I'se afeared she 'ould never die.
I wouldn' marry dat White Nigger gal, (Fer gracious sakes!) dis is why: Her nose look lak a kittle spout; An' her skin, it hain't never dry.
DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS
Don't ax me no questions,
An' I won't tell you no lies;
But bring me dem apples,
An' I'll make you some pies.
* For discussion see Study in Negro Folk Rhymes, f "Black" here is not the real name. This name is applied because of the complexion of the girls to whom it was sung.