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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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There was a tall an' handsome man,
Who come a-courtin' me. He said, " Steal out atter dark to-night
An' come a-ridin' with me, with me,
An' come a-ridin' with me.
"An' you may ride your milk-white steed An' I my apple bay." We rid out from my mother's house Three hours befo' de day, de day, Three hours befo' de day.
I mounted on my milk-white steed
And he rode his apple bay. We rid on til we got to the ocean,
An' den my lover say, lover say,
An' den my lover say:
"Sit down, sit down, sweetheart," he say, "An' listen you to me. Pull off dat golden robe you wears An' fold hit on yo' knee, yo' knee, An' fold hit on yo' knee."
I ax him why my golden robe
Must be folded on his knee. "It is too precious to be rotted away
By the salt water sea, water sea,
By the salt water sea."
I say, "Oh, sweetheart, carry me back home,
My mother for to see, For I 'm afeared I'll drowned be
In this salt water sea, water sea,
In this salt water sea."
He tuck my hand and drug me in |
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I say, "Oh, sweetheart, take me back! The water's up to my feet, my feet, The water's up to my feet."
He smile at me an' draw me on.
" Come on, sweetheart, sweetheart, We soon will be across the stream,
We 've reached the deepest part, deepest part,
We've reached the deepest part." |
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