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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
THE HATED BLACKBIRD AND CROW
Dat Blackbird say unto de Crow: "Dat's why de white folks hates us so; For ever since ole Adam wus born, It's been our rule to gedder green corn."
Dat Blackbird say unto de Crow: "If you's not black, den I don't know. White folks calls you black, but I say not; Caze de kittle musn' talk about de pot."
IN A RUSH
Here I comes jes a-rearin' an' a-pitchin',
I hain't had no kiss since I lef de ole kitchin.
Candy, dat's sweet; dat's very, very clear;
But a kiss from yo' lips would be sweeter, my dear.
TAKING A WALK
We's a-walkin' in de green grass dust, dust, dust. We's a-walkin' in de green grass dust. If you's jes as sweet as I thinks you to be, I'll take you by yo' liddle hand to walk wid me.