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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
THE MULE'S NATURE
If you sees a mule tied up to a tree, You mought pull his tail an' think about me. For if a Nigger don't know de natcher of a mule, It makes no diffunce what 'comes of a fool.
I'M A "ROUND-TOWN" GENTLEMAN
I hain't no wagon, hain't no dray,
Jes come to town wid a load o' hay.
I hain't no cornfield to go to bed
Wid a lot o' hay-seeds in my head.
I'se a "round-town" Gent an' I don't choose
To wuk in de mud, an' do widout shoes.
THIS SUN IS HOT
Dis sun are hot, Dis hoe are heavy,
Dis grass grow furder dan I can reach; An' as I looks At dis Cotton fiel',
I thinks I mus' 'a' been called to preach.