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SONGS ABOUT ANIMALS
Last Year Was a Fine Crap Year
Last year was a fine crap year
On corn and peas and 'maters;
My pa did n't raise no cotton and corn,
But, oh, good Lord, the 'tatersl
Chorus Haw, Buck, haw, Buck, haw! Who made de back band? Say you don't know? Soon as I git my crap laid by I'se gwine home to Julie.
Last year I ploughed de horny ox, Dis year I ploughs de mulie. Soon as I git my crap laid by I'se gwine home to Julie.
I know of no modern, sophisticated poets who metrically eulogize a hound or billy-goat unless the one responsible for
You got to quit kickin' my dog around, I don't care if he is a hound,
be considered a case in point. But after all, why should not the faithful though unhandsome brute who companions the Negro's hours of idleness be lyricized, as well as, say, a bird or stag or some creature indifferent to his existence?
The unknown author of the song contributed by Mrs. Bartlett seems to have felt strongly on her subject. Mrs. Bartlett writes: "There is another that Mr. Bartlett used to delight the children with. I used to know a colored chambermaid at Hollins, named Penny, who said something like it, only her 'speech' had to do with a rabbit; but she used the same nonsensical interruptions and assumed the same expression of inspired idiocy that Mr. Bartlett deems fitting for the proper interpretation of Ole Aunt Dinah.'1
Ole Aunt Dinah sick in bed,
Eegisty ogisty I Sent for the doctah doctah said,
Eegisty ogisty I "Git up, Dinah,
Ring-ding-ah-ding ah You ain't sick.