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NEGRO DIALECT VERSES 199
But Marse Grant gimme dis yer gun, En say dat it I'd fa'rly won; " You keep it, Ephum, fo' yo'se'f." I thanked him, en he bowed an lef.
Dat's how I got dat good ole gun, En lemme tell you whut, mer son, Ef you'd jis load her wid mo' sense She wouldn' kick you thoo de fence.
SANDY'S SUNDAY SHIRT.
Fse got a Sunday shirt,
An' it look so mighty peart, My Julie gal she hang it on de do'
All thoo de week-a-days,
An' she do dat, so she says, For to 'form de folks as how we isn' po'.
Oh! de Sunday shirt is hanging on de do'; For to let de passin' people fully know,
Dat de pussons livin' dar
Is er doin' pooty fa'r, An' dey lacks a mighty heap of bein' po'.
De place whar I hoi's out— You heah dis niggah shout— |
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