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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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MISTER RABBIT |
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"Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit, Yo' coat might)' grey." "Yes, my lawd,
3T was made dat way.
Every little soul must shine, shine, shi-ine, Every little soul must shi-ine, shine, shine."
"Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit, Yo* feet mighty red." "Yes, my lawd,
I'm a-almost dead.
Every little soul must shine, shine, shi-ine, Every little soul must shi-ine, shine, shine."
"Mister Rabbit, Mister Rabbit, Yo* tail mighty white." "Yes, my lawd,
An' I'm a-gittin' out o' sight.
Every little soul must shine, shine, shi-ine, Every little soul must shi-ine, shine, shine."
Another song about this engaging young person was sent in by Wirt Williams, of Mississippi, as sung by Anna Gwinn Pickens. |
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Ole Mister Rabbit
Ole Mister Rabbit, You're in a mighty habit, Gwine in mah garden, Cuttin' down mah cabbage. Urn-hum—urn-hum. |
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