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REJECTED BY ELIZA JANE
Wen I went 'cross de cotton patch I give my ho'n a blow. I thought I heared pretty Lizie say: "Oh, yon'er come my beau!"
So: I axed pretty Lizie to marry me, An' what d'you reckon she said? She said she wouldn' marry me, If ev'ybody else wus dead.
An': As I went up de new cut road, An' she go down de lane; Den I thought I heared somebody
say: "Good-bye, ole Lize Jane!"
Well: Jes git 'long, Lizie, my true love. Git 'long, Miss Lizie Jane. Perhaps you'll * sack "Ole Sour Bill" An' git choked on "Sugar Cain." Sack= To reject as a lover. |
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