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5 My papa called me, well, well, welly
And I answered, "Sir," and I answered "Sir" "If you tired of rollin', What you stay there for?"
6 OP long-time man, well} well, well, HoP up your head, hoP up your head; You may get a pardon.
An' you may drop dead.
7 Well, it's some on the building well, well, well, And some on the farm, and some on the farm, It's some in the graveyard
And some gone home.
8 Go down, ol' Hannah, well, well, well, Don't you rise no more, don't you rise no more; If you rise in the mornin',
Set the world on fire. |
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MAKE ME A GARMENT
g. No. 682. Roscoe McLean, State Penitentiary, Rai-ford, Fla., 1936. Contains lines from "Barbara Allen."
Roscoe McLean, who hollered this holler and contributed other lovely folk songs to the Folk Song Archive, for more than a year has been in the tuberculosis ward of the Florida Penitentiary. Recently I talked with Roscoe —he could only whisper as he peered through the woven wire netting, sobbing his despair. He will never sing again. |
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