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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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Git ap, git ap,
You scandalous old mule, I'll never get to heaven
If I drive that mule; You're nothing but a nigger
And you're nothing but a fool, And Rastus Johnson ended
His idyl to his mule. |
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DOING THE BEST HE CAN
The mule he got a very big load
And he go up the hill, And he pull, and pull, and pull, and pull
But that wagon done keep still; The driver start to get his whip,
The mule he saw his hand, And he say to that driver, hold that whip
Foh ahm doing the best ah can.
You might help lighten up mah load
By walking up this hill, You might done let me rest a bit
When I done do your will. The flies done bite me mos' to death,
Mah shoes burn in the sand, And when you start to use that whip
Ahm doing the best ah can. |
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