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198 NEGRO DIALECT VERSES
But when de battle it begun, I stayed dar wid him—hear me, mun ? I stayed dar totein' all de truck, An' Marster say I bring him luck.
Den one day, when de line wuz pressed, I hid er skillit on my breast, En run some stovepipe up my legs To keep de bullets from dem pegs.
Den me an' young Marse Joe, we fit, En we would ben'er fightin' yit, But jis' ez we had tuck er gun Marse Lee, he say, de waugh wuz done.
So Gin'l Grant he tuck us all, En pooty soon I heerd him call: " You, Ephum Jones, come heah to me! I sees you hidin' hin' dat tree."
So I goes up, a'trimlin' so, Dat skillit fall an' mash my toe; An' Gin'l Grant he say to me, " You's fight'nis coon I evah did see."
En den he say—right fo' Marse Joe— " You'll git a penshin for dat toe." Still I ain' nevah seed it yit, But dat's kase of de side I fit. |
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