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Negro Poems, Melodies
Handsome is, as handsome does—
May do for kings and queens, Or when you're driving tandem
Where fashion struts and preens; But when you're ploughing stubble
Or hauling guns in war, There's nothing like his muleship
So honest to the core.
As homely as the thistle
On which he loves to feed, How humble is his portion
And how glorious is his deed; And everywhere he travels
It is the common law, He may not be a beauty
But he's honest to the core.
Ahm living high, ahm living high,
Ah can almost touch the sky,
Where was you Rastus, when you was living high?
Up in a tree with a hound close by;
Ahm living high, ahm living high—
Go way chile, I want to fly,
Where was you Rastus, when you was living high ?
Up in a tree with a hound close by.