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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
A SICK WIFE
Las' Sadday night my wife tuck sick, An' what d'you reckon ail her? She e't a tucky gobbler's head An' her stomach, it jes' fail her.
She squall out: "Sam, bring me some
mint! Make catnip up an' sage tea!" I goes an' gits her all dem things, But she throw 'em back right to me.
Says I: "Dear Honey! Mind nex'time!" "Don't eat from 'A to Izzard' " "I thinks you won' git sick at all, If you saves po' me de gizzard." |
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MY WONDERFUL TRAVEL
I come down from ole Virginny, 'Twas on a Summer day; De wedder was all frez up, 'An' I skeeted all de way!
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