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Ah got de blues, Ah got de blues,
Ah got de blues so doggone bad;
But Ah'm too damn mean — I can't cry!
A good many of these fugitive songs have to do with love, always excuse enough for metrical melancholy when it is unrequited or mis­placed. Mrs. Bartlett, of Texas, sends two specimens having to do with romance of a perilous nature. The first one is brief, expressing the unhappiness felt by a "creeper,'7 as the colored man who in­trudes into another's home is called.
Baby, I can't sleep, and neither can I eat; Round your bedside I'm gwine to creep.
Four o'clock, baby, four o'clock, I'll make it in about four o'clock.
Mrs. Bartlett says of the next: "You will brand me as a shameless woman when you read this. I write it without a blush, however, and say that I have read as bad or worse in classic verse and fiction."
Late last night
When the moon shone bright,
Felt dizzy about my head.
Rapped on my door,
Heard my baby roar,
"Honey, I'se gone to bed!"
" Get up and let me in,
'Case you know it is a sin.
Honey, you have n't treated me right:

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