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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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Dere's ole Sis Sal, she climbs right well, But she cain't 'gin to climb lak she useter. So yonder she sets a shellin' out co'n To Mammy's ole bob-tailed rooster.
Yes, ole Sis Sal's a mighty fine ole gal, She's sho' extra good an' clever. She's done tuck a notion all her own, Dat she hain't gwineter marry never.
Ole Sis Sal's got a foot so big, Dat she cain't wear no shoes an' gaiters. So all she want is some red calico, An' dem big yaller yam sweet taters.
Now looky, looky here! Now looky,
looky there! Jes looky!—Looky 'way over yonder!— Don't you see dat ole gray goose A-smilin' at de gander?
SIMON SLICK'S MULE
Dere wus a liddle kickin' man, His name wus Simon Slick. He had a mule wid cherry eyes. Oh, how dat mule could kick!
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