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MOURNING SLAVE FIANCEES
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Look down dat lonesome road! Look down! De way are dark an' col'. Dey makes me weep, dey makes me mourn; All 'cause my love are sol'.
O don't you see dat turkle dove, What mourns from vine to vine ? She mourns lak I moans fer my love, Lef many a mile behin'.
DO I LOVE YOU?
Does I love you wid all my heart ?— I loves you wid my liver; An' if I had you in my mouf, I'd spit you in de river.
LOVERS' GOOD-NIGHT
Cotton fields white in de bright moonlight, Now kiss yo' gal' an' say "Good-night." If she don't kiss you, jes go on 'way; Hain't no need a-stayin' ontel nex' day.
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