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Edwin Swain, formerly of Florida, reported a different chorus as sung in his state in his boyhood.
OP folks, young folks, cl'ar de kitchen, OF folks, young folks, cl'ar de kitchen, Jinny, git yo' hoecake round.
Mr. Dowd and Miss Cohen, of Charleston, South Carolina, say that the Negroes in their state sang this chorus:
OP folks, young folks, cl'ar de kitchen, For de ol' Virginny reel.
Garnett Eskew, of West Virginia, reports the song under a difÂferent title.
Bar Was a Gal m our Town
Dar was a gal in our town,
She had a yallow, striped gown, An' ebery time she put her foot down
De hollow of her heel make a hole in de ground.
Chorus
Children, don't get weary, Children, don't get weary, Children, don't get weary, Love come a-trinklin' down.
Jay bird sittin' on a swingin' limb,
He winked at me an' I winked at him. Picked up a rock an' hit him on de chin.
"Look heah, Nigger, don't you do dat agin!"
Chorus
An old version, attributed to T. Rice, goes as follows:
In old Ken tuck in de arternoon,
We sweep de floor wid a bran new broom,
And arter dat we form a ring
And dis de song dat we do sing:
Chorus
Oh, clare de kitchen, old folks, young folks, Clare de kitchen, old folks, young folks, Old Virginny neber tire.
I went to de creek, I could n't get across, I'd nobody wid me but an old blind horse; |
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