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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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I Went to my Sweetheart's House
I went to my sweetheart's house,
I never was thar befor'.
They sot me in the corner as still as a mouse,
An' I ain't gwine thar no mo', mo', mo'.
An' I ain't gwine thar no mo', my love,
An' I ain't gwine thar no mo'.
I had a little rooster,
He crowed 'bout break o' day;
An' the weasel come to my house
An' stole my rooster 'way.
An' he stole my rooster 'way, my love,
An' he stole my rooster 'way.
Jackers come to my house,
I thought he come to see me.
But when I come to find out,
He 'swade my wife to leave me.
He 'swade my wife to leave, my love,
He 'swade my wife to leave me.
When I was a little boy
'Bout sixteen inches high,
I think I hear the Jaybird say,
"I'll marry you bimeby,
I'll marry you bimeby, my love,
I'll marry you bimeby."
De Squirrel is a cunning thing,
He carries a bushy tail;
He steal old masser's corn at night
An' shucks it on a rail,
An' shucks it on a rail, my love,
An' shucks it on a rail.
Possum is a cunning thing,
He rambles in the dark;
Much as I kin do to save my life
Is make my little dog bark,
Is make my little dog bark, my love,
Is make my little dog bark.
The Squirrel car's a bushy tail,
De Possum's tail am bar'.
De Raccoon's tail am ringed all round, |
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