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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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Oh, sing 'long boys, fer de wuk hain't hard!
Oh scrape an' clean up de row.
Fer de grass musn' grow, while de sun
shine hot, In de fiel' whar de sugar cane grow. No, Chilluns. No, No! Dat grass musn' grow, while de sun shine
hot, In de ficl' whar de sugar cane grow.
Don't think 'bout de time, fer de time
hain't long. Yo' life soon come an' go; Den good-bye fiel' whar de sun shine hot, To de fiel' whar de sugar cane grow. Yes, Chilluns. We'll all go! Good-by to de fiel' whar de sun shine hot, To de fiel' whar de sugar cane grow.
A FINE PLASTER
Wen it's sheep skin an' beeswax, It sho's a mighty fine plaster: De mo' you tries to pull it off, De mo' it sticks de faster.
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