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192 NEGRO DIALECT VERSES |
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De coon he wants his garments, from his head
clean to his toes, To talk out loud in meetin', and jis' holler when
he come To beat de ban' er music, wid de bugles and de
drum.
De white man hunt de shadow when de sun is
brilein' hot, De coon he love de sunshine, and he'd ruther
sleep dan not Wid his darkey face er shinin' fum de glory of
de sky, Whilse de skeeters sings eroun' him, hush-a-by,
mer baby, bye. |
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HIS BRACER IN THE MORNING,
Dey's a monst'ous sight er trouble
On de ole man's mine', Wid 'leben colts to curry,
An' work of ev'ry kine', En I has to whoop an' hustle,
Long fo' de light er day, Kase it make de ole man bustle—
You hear me whut I say— Fur to worry th'oo de bizniss, |
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