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An' den jes to amuse hisse'f,
He steamed a board an' bent it, Son.
Dat way he got a banjer up,
Fer ole Ham's de fust to make one.
Dey danced dat Ark from een to een, Ole Nora called de Figgers. Ole Ham, he sot an' knocked de chunes, De happiest of de Niggers.
GRAY AND BLACK HORSES
I went down to de woods an' I couldn' go 'cross, So I paid five dollars fer an ole gray hoss.
De hoss wouldn' pull, so I sol' 'im fer a bull. De bull wouldn' holler, so I sol' 'im fer a dollar. De dollar wouldn' pass, so I throwed it in de grass. Den de grass wouldn' grow. Heigho! Heigho!
Through dat huckleberry woods I couldn' git far, So I paid a good dollar fer an ole black mar'. Wen I got down dar, de trees wouldn' bar; So I had to gallop back on dat ole black mar'. "Bookitie-bar!" Dat ole black mar'; "Bookitie-
bar!" Dat ole black mar'. Yes, she trabble so hard dat she jolt off my ha'r.
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