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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES |
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I'se got you, Lou, now fer my wife. Keep new Coons 'way, "My Pie!" Caze, if you don't, I tells you now, Dat we all three mought die.
Den we'd be troubled in min'!
GOOD-BY, WIFE!
I had a liddle wife,
An' I didn' want to kill 'er;
So I tuck 'er by de heels,
An' I throwed 'er in de river.
"Good-by, Wife! Good-by, Honey!
Hadn' been fer you,
I'd a had a liddle money."
My liddle fussy wife
Up an' say she mus' have scissors;
An' druther dan to fight,
I'd a throwed 'er in three rivers.
But she crossed dem fingers, w'en she
down, An' a liddle bit later She walk out on de groun'. |
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