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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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BULLFROG |
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jine dat heavenly band, Where dere ain't an-y weep-in' an-y mo'.. .
Bullfrog jumped in de middle ob de spring,
An' I ain't a-gwine to weep no mo'. He tied his tail to a hick'ry limb,
An' I ain't a-gwine to weep no mo'.
Chorus
Fare ye well, my ladies,
I'll jine dat heavenly band,
Where dere ain't any weepin' any mo'.
Fare ye well, my ladies,
I'll jine dat heavenly band,
Where dere ain't any weepin' any mo'.
He kicked an' he r'ared an' he could n't make a jump,
An' I ain't a-gwine to weep no mo'. He kicked an' he r'ared an' he could n't make a jump,
An* I ain't a-gwine to weep no mo'.
Chorus
The bullfrog that E. H. Ratclifle, of Natchez, Mississippi, reĀmembered must have been in a rampageous mood. |
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