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DANCE-SONGS OR REELS
But old Jim Crow come riding by, Says he, "Old feller, your horse will die."
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My horse fell down upon de spot; Says he, "Don't you see his eyes is sot?" So I took out my knife and off wid his skin, And when he comes to life I'll ride him agin.
Chorus A jay bird sot on a hickory limb, He winked at me and I winked at him. I picked up a stone and I hit his shin, Says he, "You better not do dat agin."
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A bull frog dressed in sojer's clo'se, Went in de field to shoot some crows; De crows smell powder and fly away; De bull frog mighty mad dat day.
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Den I went down wid Cato Moore, To see de steamboat come ashore. Every man for himself, so I picked up a trunk; "Left off," said de captain, "or burn you wid a chunk.
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I hab a sweetheart in dis town, She wears a yellow striped gown, And when she walks de streets around, De hollow of her foot make a hole in de ground.
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Dis love it is a ticklish thing, you know, It makes a body feel all over so; I put de question to coal-black Rose, She black as ten of spades and got a lubly flat nose.
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"Go away," said she, "wid your cowcumber shin, If you come here agin I stick you wid a pin." So I turn on my heel and I bid her good-bye, And arter I was gone she began for to cry.
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So now I'se up and off, you see, To take a julep sangaree, I'll sit upon a 'tater hill And eat a little whippoorwill.
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