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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
On yon'er high mountain, I'll set up dar high; An' de wild geese can cheer me while passin' on by. Go 'way, young ladies, an' let me alone; For you know I'se a poor boy, an' a long ways from home.
Go put up de hosses an' give 'em some hay; But don't give me no whisky, so long as I stay. For whisky nor brandy hain't friend to my kind; Dey killed my po' daddy, an' dey troubled my mind.
I tell you how dat hypocrite do, He come down to my house, an' talk about you; He talk about me, an' he talk about you; An' dat's de way dat hypocrite do.
I tell you how dat hypocrite pray. He pray out loud in de hypocrite way. He pray out loud, got a heap to say; An' dat's de way dat hypocrite pray.
I tell you how dat hypocrite 'ten', He 'ten' dat he love, an' he don't love men. He 'ten' dat he love, an' he hate Br'er Ben; An' dat's de way dat hypocrite 'ten'.