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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
SALT RISING BREAD
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
Put on dat skillet, nev' mind de lead;
Caze I'se gwineter cook dat saltin' bread;
Yes, ever since my mammy's been dead,
I'se been makin' an' cookin' dat saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
You loves biscuit, butter, an' fat?
I can dance Shiloh better 'an dat.
Does you turn 'round an' shake yo' head ?—
Well; I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
Wen you ax yo' mammy fer butter an' bread,
She don't give nothin' but a stick across yo'
head. On cracklin's, you say, you wants to git fed ? Well, I loves saltin', saltin' bread. |
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