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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
MY FIRST AND MY SECOND WIFE
My fust liddle wife wus short an' fat. Her face wus as black as my ole hat, Her nose all flat, an' her eyes sunk in, An' dat lip hang down below her chin. Now wusn't I sorrowful in mind?
W'en I went down to dat wife's brother; He said: "She 'us tired. Gwineter
marry 'nother." If I ever ketches dat city Coon, He railly mought see my razzer soon.
Den I 'spec's he'd be troubled in mind!
My nex' wife hug an' kiss me, She call me "Sugar Plum!" She throw her arms 'round me, Lak a grapevine 'round de gum! Wusn't dat glory to my soul!
Her cheeks, dey're lak de cherry; Dat Cherry, it's lak de rose. Wid a liddle dimple in her chin, An' a liddle tu'ned up nose! Oh, hain't I happy in mind!