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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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The Lord He made the nigger And He made him in the night,
He made him for the sunshine And He made him for the light.
He made him in a hurry
And He made him to be heard, And you'll always hear a nigger
And he's singing like a bird. |
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A REAL GOOD TIME
"There's going to be a party,"
Said Mr. Jackson Jones, A rather swarthy gentleman
And almost skin and bones; "There'll be music, there'll be dancing,
There'll be chicken fat and prime, And sharpen up your razors
Fo' a real good time.
"Ahm going to that party,
And ahm going to meet a coon,
And settle a lil' argument Right in that party room;
There'll be music, there'll be dancing, There'll be chicken fat and prime,
And bring along your razors Fo' a real good time." |
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