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Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs
THE CATFISH FRY
The niggers down in Dixie
They have a lot of fun, With fishing in the rivers
And sleeping in the sun; And if you want a nigger
To roll his nigger eye, Just you tell that nigger
Of a nigger catfish fry.
That chicken and that pone cake
And that melon on the vine, Can never hold a candle
To a catfish on a line; And when the fire's waiting
And the fat is spouting high, There's bound to be a nigger
And a nigger catfish fry.
The Lord he made the honey
And the Lord he made the bee, And the Lord he made the catfish
And he made the catfish free; And there's nothing down in Dixie
That will better please your eye, Than to see a nigger fooling
With a nigger catfish fry.