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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
BUCK AND BERRY
Buck an' Berry run a race, Buck fall down an' skin his face.
Buck an' Berry in a stall ; Buck, he try to eat it all.
Buck, he e't too much, you see. So he died wid choleree.
PRETTY LITTLE GIRL
Who's been here since I'se been gone? A pretty liddle gal wid a blue dress on.
Who'll stay here when I goes 'way? A pretty liddle gal, all dressed in gray.
Who'll wait on Mistess day an' night? A pretty liddle gal, all dressed in white.
Who'll be here when I'se been dead? A pretty liddle gal, all dressed in red.