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NEGRO FOLK RHYMES
FISHING SIMON
Simon tuck his hook an' pole, An' fished on Sunday we's been
told. Fish dem water death bells ring, Talk from out'n de water, sing— "Bait yo' hook, Simon! Drap yo' line, Simon! Now ketch me, Simon! Pull me out, Simon! Take me home, Simon! Now clean me, Simon! Cut me up now, Simon! Now salt me, Simon! Now fry me, Simon! Dish me up now, Simon! Eat me all, Simon!" Simon e't till he wus full. Still dat fish keep his plate fall. Simon want no mo' at all, Fish say dat he mus' eat all. Simon's sick, so he throw up! He give Sunday fishin' up. |
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