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208              NEGRO DIALECT VERSES
I'd lak to see dem times ergin,
En hear de darkeys sing Whilse dey spun along de cotton row
En make de hillsides ring. Down dar in good ole Dixie,
Whar de dinnah hawn did blow, Down in de Ian' er cotton bolls
To call us f'um de hoe,
To call us f'um de hoe,
To hot pone en hock-bone, Dar's whar I wanter go.
De drivah, he was sassy sho', But dat was jes' his way,
We was clothed an' fed an' sheltered, An' no cold an' hawngry day
Could ketch us, in de sunny Souf, An' sho' as you is bawn
Dar was plenty waitin' fur us when Ole Dinah blowed de hawn, Ole Dinah blowed de hawn,
Fur hot pone, en hock-bone, En mustard, greens, en cawn.
Dem lan's is monst'ous idle, now, We'se tickled wid de hoe,
'Twell laughin' things was comin' so Dat you could see um grow.