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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
Wen Aunt Donie lef our house, Suh, Mammy come lak bees an* ants, Put my head down 'twixt her knees, Suh, Almos' roll me out'n my pants.
She had a great big tough hick'ry, An' it help till it convince. Frum dat day clean down to dis one, I'se had manners ev'r since.
De rats an' de mice, dey rund up stairs,
Fer to hear Miss Blodger say her prayers.
Now here I Stan's 'fore Miss Blodger.
She 'spects to hit me, but I'se gwineter dodge her.
THE LITTLE NEGRO FLY
Dere's a liddle Nigger fly Got a pretty liddle eye; But he don't know 'is A, B, C's. He up an' crawl de book, An' he eben 'pears to look; But he don't know 'is A, B, C's.