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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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Interlocution:
Hand my banjer down to play,
Wanter pick fer dese ladies right away;
"W'en dey went to bed,
Dey couldn' shet deir eyes,"
An' "Dey was stan'in' on deir heads,
A-pickin' up de pies." |
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* I WOULD NOT MARRY A BLACK GIRL
I wouldn' marry a black gal, I'll tell you de reason why: When she goes to comb dat head De naps'll 'gin to fly.
I wouldn' marry a black gal, I'll tell you why I won't: When she'd oughter wash her face— Well, I'll jes say she don't.
I woudn' marry a black gal, An' dis is why I say: When you has her face around, It never gits good day. * For discussion see Study in Negro Folk Rhymes.
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