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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
MISS TERRAPIN AND MISS TOAD
As I went marchin' down de road, I met Miss Tearpin an' I met Miss Toad. An' ev'ry time Miss Toad would jump, Miss Tearpin would peep from 'hind de stump.
I axed dem ladies fer to marry me,
An' bofe find fault wid de t'other, you see.
"If you marries Miss Toad," Miss Tearpin
said, "You'll have to hop 'round lak you'se been half
"If you combs yo' head wid a Tearpin comb, You'll have to creep 'round all tied up at home." I run'd away frum dar, my foot got bruise, For I didn't know zackly which to choose.
Chile: I come from out'n slavery, Whar de Bull-whup bust de hide; Back dar, whar dis gineration Natchully widdered up an' died!