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Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs
"Good morning, Marse Henry-How am the little chile?"
Said Rastus Johnson softly And with a nigger smile;
Now Rastus wanted something He wanted Henrys hound,
And that's the way a nigger Comes niggering around.
With money in his pockets
And clothes upon his back, You can always tell a nigger
By the way a nigger acts; They guffaw like a donkey
And when you hear that sound, You always know the nigger
Has been niggering around.
THE HORNET AND THE BEE
Hear that hornet buzzing,
See that hornet fly, He don't make no honey,
He don't want to try; He am just a torment
And it am plain to me, The hornet am the dog whip
And the black man am the bee. 121