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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
Ole man Know-All died las' week. He got drowned in de middle o' de creek. De bridge wus dar, an' dar to stay. But he knowed too much to go dat way.
FED FROM THE TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
I nebber starts to break my colt,
Till he's ole enough to trabble.
I nebber digs my taters up
Wen dey's only right to grabble.
So w'en you sees me risin' up
To structify in meetin',
You can know I'se climbed de Knowledge
Tree An' done some apple eatin'.
Got a tongue dat jes run when it walk? It cain't talk.
Got a tongue dat can hush when it talk?— It cain't squawk.