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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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WHY LOOK AT ME?
What's you lookin' at me fer? I didn' come here to stay. I wants dis bug put in yo' years, An' den I'se gwine away.
I'se got milk up in my bucket, I'se got butter up in my bowl; But I hain't got no Sweetheart Fer to save my soul.
A SHORT LETTER
She writ me a letter As long as my eye. An' she say in dat letter: "My Honey!—Good-by!"
DOES MONEY TALK?
Dem whitefolks say dat money talk. If it talk lak dey tell, Den ev'ry time it come to Sam, It up an' say: "Farewell!"
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