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Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs |
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GRACIOUS HOW THAT CHILE DONE GROW
Gracious! how that chile done grow, Said a snowball white as snow, To a sunflower all aglow— Gracious how that chile done grow. Once it was so wee and small
Now it is so big and tall,
I am like a mite below—
Gracious! how that chile done grow.
LAMENTING THE CORN
Rastus limped along the street, Something the matter with his feet, He wheezed, he shuffled and he grunted Just like a boar by hunters hunted; And to a friend who asked the reason Of such distress in such a season, Rastus all his pity scorns And simply tells about his corns; My corns am big, my corns am hot And corns am all mah feet has got, And if these corns doan' stop their achin' Ah'll surely think mah feet am bakin'; And as I heard his lamentations I thought of cornfields and plantations, For Rastus had a pair of feet Not often seen upon the street; And if his corns hurt to their size I don't wonder at his cries. 77 |
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