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CHILDREN'S GAME-SONGS                      137
There grew a large apple tree over his grave, Over his grave, over his grave. There grew a large apple tree over his grave. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
The apples got ripe, beginning to fall, Beginning to fall, beginning to fall. The apples got ripe, beginning to fall. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
There came an old woman a-picking them up, A-picking them up, a-picking them up. There came an old woman a-picking them up. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
Old Ponto jumped up and gave her a thump, And gave her a thump, and gave her a thump. Old Ponto jumped up and gave her a thump. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
It made the old woman go hippity-hop, Hippity-hop, hippity-hop. It made the old woman go hippity-hop. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
Miss Oatman says, "As children we added the bridle-and-saddle verse. I do not know whether it belongs or not."
The bridle and saddle are on the shelf, On the shelf, on the shelf. The bridle and saddle are on the shelf. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
If you want any more you can sing it yourself, Sing it yourself, sing it yourself. If you want any more you can sing it yourself. Whoo! whoo! whoo!
I have seen Negro children in Texas sing with glee some of the games which the white children also sang, as Farmer in the Dell, and so forth. I have seen them act out the following simple play. One child would stand alone before his fellows and chant:
Here I stand
All ragged and dirty. If you don't come kiss me
I'll run like a turkey.







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