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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
* Dem black-eyed peas is lucky; When e't on New Year's day, You always has sweet taters, An' 'possum come your way.
Pennywinkle, pennywinkle, poke out yo' ho'n; An' I'll give you five dollahs an' a bar'l o' co'n. Pennywinkle! Pennywinkle! Dat gal love me? Jes stick out yo' ho'n all pinted to a tree.
TRAINING THE BOY
Wen I wus a liddle boy, Jes thirteen inches high, I useter climb de table legs, An' steal off cake an' pie.
AlthoM wus a liddle boy,
An' tho' I wusn't high,
My mammy took dat keen switch down,
An' whupped me till I cry.
* This last stanza embodies one of the old superstitions. fThe Periwinkle seems to have been used as an oracle by some Negroes in the days of their enslavement.