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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
IT IS HARD TO LOVE
It's hard to love, yes, indeed 'tis. It's hard to be broke up in min'. You'se all lugged up in some gal's heart, But you hain't gwineter lug up in mine. |
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ME AND MY LOVER
Me an' my Lover, we fall out. How d'you reckon de fuss begun? She laked licker, an' I laked fun, An' dat wus de way de fuss begun.
Me an' my Lover, we fall out. Wat d'you reckon de fuss wus 'bout? She loved bitters, an' I loved kraut, An' dat wus w'at de fuss wus 'bout.
Me an' my Lover git clean 'part. How d'you reckon dat big fuss start? She's got a gizzard, an' I'se got a heart, An' dat's de way dat big fuss start. |
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