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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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Like childhood's happy moments, When I was going away, I strayed away from the old place, And I could n't stay away!
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And I could n't,
And I would n't,
And I could n't stay away!
And I could n't,
And I would n't,
And I could n't stay away!
Well, my ole mistis, she was good and kind,
She was good and kind to me.
She fed me awful good meat and bread
And sometimes hominy.
Well, my ole mistis, she was good and kind,
She was good and kind to me.
She fed me awful good meat and bread
And sometimes hominy.
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Well, my ole master, he was good and kind,
He was good and kind to me.
He fed me awful good meat and bread
And sometimes hominy.
Well, my ole master, he was good and kind,
He was good and kind to me.
He fed me awful good meat and bread
And sometimes hominy.
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Judge W. R. Boyd, of Texas, remembers much of the slave-life in the South, and recalls vividly the songs the Negroes on the plantations used to sing, not only at their labor, but as they went to and from their work. For instance, he says that the slaves used to give a peculiar singing call, something between a yodel and a chant, as they went to their work in the early morning. My mother also has told me of this, and has spoken of its weird, uncanny effect of eerie, remote pathos. |
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Hoo ah hoo Hoo ah hoo Hoo ah hoo Hoo ah hoo |
Hoo ah hoo! Hoo ah hoo!
Hoo ah hoo! Hoo ah hoo!
Hoo ah hoo! Hoo ah hoo!
Hoo ah hoo! Hoo ah hoo! |
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