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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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RASTUS JOHNSON
Rastus Johnson was a coon,
Holy smoke what eyes! As big as any shining moon
Shining in the skies; Eyes all big and glorious,
Eyes that would surprise, And if you doubt he is a coon
Just you see dem eyes.
Rastus Johnson was a coon,
Holy smoke what eyes! As bright as any shining moon
Shining in the skies; Eyes all big and glistening,
Eyes that would surprise, And if you doubt he is a coon
Just you see dem eyes. |
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THE PICKANINNY BAND
Rastus is a crying—
He hurt his lil' hand, And that's the way they start it,
This pickaninny band.
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