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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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Br'er Rabbit say to de cunnin' elf:
"You jes want me to fall an* kill myself."
Dat Jaybird a-settin' on a swingin' lim'. He wink at me an' I wink at him. He laugh at me w'en my gun "crack." It kick me down on de flat o' my back.
Nex' day de Jaybird dance dat lim\ I grabs my gun fer to shoot at him. W'en I "crack" down, it split my chin. "Ole Aggie Cunjer" fly lak sin.
Way down yon'er at de risin' sun, Jaybird a-talkin' wid a forked tongue. *He's been down dar whar de bad mens dwell. "Ole Friday Devil," fare—you—well! |
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OFF FROM RICHMOND
I'se off from Richmon' sooner in de mornin'. I'se off from Richmon' befo' de break o' day. I slips off from Mosser widout pass an' warnin' Fer I mus' see my Donie wharever she may stay.
* A superstition. For explanation, see Study in Negro Folk Rhymes.
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