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Negro Poems, Melodies
I know its old and wormy
And the bow and strings not strong, But while I am in heaven
I want that fiddle along.
And mebbe that ole Moses
When I tune up a song, Will say I'm glad old Ephraim
You took that fiddle along.
GWINE AWAY FOR CHRISTMAS
Dear friends Fse got to tell you,
Fse got to tell the news, Fse gwine away for Christmas
And Fse gwine to have new shoes.
The Lord he saw me walking And the Lord he says to me,
Just come and see me Christmas And see what you will see.
And the Lord done give his blessing And the Lord done give his hand,
And he make Ole Dinah happy To see that Christmas land.
So Fse gwine away for Christmas, Gwine to that happy shore,
Fse gwine away for Christmas And I won't come back no more.