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Turned right around an' I shook my head; I looked in de window, an' my honey was dead.
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Dere ain't no use in my workin' so hard, For I got a gal in de white folks' yard; She brings me meat an' she brings me lard, Dere ain't no use in my workin' so hard.
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Some Alabama Negroes have the same tuneful reaction to this situation, for Harriet Fitts contributes a song of much the same spirit, sung by old Aunt Maria, which even adds the consolation of religion to the material blessings. Truly, a comforting concept of life, for those who can accept it!
Ain't No Use 0' My Workin5 So Hard
Ain't no use o' my workin' so hard, darlin', Ain't no use o' my workin' so hard, darlin'; I got a gal in de white folks' yard. She kill a chicken, She bring me de wing; Ain't I livin' on an easy thing, Honey babe?
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Shout, you mourners, an' you shall be free, Shout, you mourners, an' you shall be free, When de good Lawd set you free.
Nigger an' a rooster had a fight;
Rooster knocked de Nigger clean out o' sight. Nigger say, "Rooster, dat's all right; I git you at de chicken-coop to-morrow night."
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In Texas, also, something of the same idea prevails, if one may judge from the stanza reported by Roberta Anderson. This likewise ends with evangelistic fervor of assurance.
Oh, my gal's de queen o' de cards, She wucks down yonder in de white folks' yards, Brings in money every day, Thinks I'm wuckin', but I ain't built dat way; It's too hard!
Oh, you shall be free
When de gpod Lawd set you free! |
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