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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
I loves coffee, an' I loves tea. I axes you, Vinie, does you love me?
My day's study's Vinie, an' my midnight
dreams, My apples, my peaches, my tunnups, an' greens.
Oh, I wants dat good 'possum, an' I wants to
be free; But I don't need no sugar, if Vinie love me.
De river is wide, an' I cain't well step it. I loves you, dear Vinie; an' you know I cain't he'p it.
Dat sugar is sweet, an' dat butter is greasy; But I loves you, sweet Vinie; don't be oneasy.
Some loves ten, an' some loves twenty,
But I loves you, Vinie, an' dat is a plenty.
Oh silver, it shine, an' lakwise do tin. De way I loves Vinie, it mus' be a sin.
Well, de cedar is green, an' so is de pine. God bless you, Vinie! I wish you 'us mine.