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NEGRO FOLK-SONGS |
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I'se gwine to pass for white."
This coon he look sad,
He was afraid to look mad;
But his wife said, " Honey,
I can't take you back.
You would n't work,
So now you lost your home.',
Chorus
"Don't, my little baby, Don't you make me go! I'll try an' get me a job, Ef you 'll 'low me a show. All crap-shooters I will shun.
When you buy chicken, All I want is the bone; When you buy beer, I'll be satisfy with the foam. I'll work both night and day, I'll be careful of what I say, Oh, Baby, let me bring my clothes back home!
"Oh, Baby, 'low me a chance! You can even wear my pants. Don't you give me the sack. I'll be quiet as a mouse All round the house. Ef you 'll take me back, Tell the world I ain't shook, I'll even be the cook. I won't refuse to go out in the snow." "Don't you tell, my little inkstand, Life dreaming is over. So there's the door, And don't you come back no more!"
Mrs. Bartlett contributes another that describes the woes of unrequited love, which, she says, was sung by a colored maid she had some years ago:
Ships in de oceans,
Rocks in de sea,
Blond-headed woman
Made a fool out of me!
Oh, tell me how long
I'll have to wait!
Oh, tell me, Honey,
Don't hesitate! |
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