hall;
Den fold my han's "so," right across my breas';
An' go an' tell de folks I'se done gone to "res'."

ONE TUNE USED WITH "BAA! BAA! BLACK SHEEP!"

[music]

BAA! BAA! BLACK SHEEP

"Baa! Baa! Black Sheep,
Has you got wool?"
"Yes, good Mosser,
Free bags full.
One fer ole Mistis,
One fer Miss Dame,
An' one fer de good Nigger
Jes across de lane."
P[=o][=o]r liddle Black Sheep,
P[=o][=o]r liddle lammy;
P[=o][=o]r liddle Black Sheep's
Got no mammy.

HE WILL GET MR. COON

Ole Mistah Coon, at de break o' day,
You needn' think youse gwineter git 'way.
Caze ole man Ned, he know how to run,
An' he's sh[=o]' gone fer to git 'is gun.

You needn' clam to dat highes' lim',
You cain't git out'n de retch o' him.
You can stay up dar till de sun done set.
I'll bet you a dollar dat he'll git you yet.

Ole Mistah Coon, you'd well's to give up.
You had well's to give up, I say.
Caze ole man Ned is straight atter you,
An' he'll git you sh[=o]' this day.

BRING ON YOUR HOT CORN

Bring along y[=o]' hot co'n,
Bring along y[=o]' col' co'n;
But I say bring along,
Bring along y[=o]' [13]Jimmy-john.

Some loves de hot co'n,
Some loves de col' co'n;
But I loves, I loves,
I loves dat Jimmy-john.

[13] Jimmy-john = a whiskey jug.

THE LITTLE ROOSTER

I had a liddle rooster,
He crowed bef[=o]' day.
'Long come a big owl,
An' toted him away.

But de rooster fight hard,
An' de owl let him go.
Now all de pretty hens
Wants dat rooster fer deir beau.

SUGAR IN COFFEE

Sheep's in de meader a-mowin' o' de hay.
De honey's in de bee-gum, so dey all say.
My head's up an' I'se boun' to go.
Who'll take sugar in de coffee-o?

I'se de prettiest liddle gal in de county-o.
My mammy an' daddy, dey bofe say so.
I looks in de glass, it don't say, "No";
So I'll take sugar in de coffee-o.

THE TURTLE'S SONG[14]

Mud turkle settin' on de end of a log,
A-watchin' of a tadpole a-turnin' to a frog.
He sees Br'er B'ar a-pullin' lak a mule.
He sees Br'er Tearpin a-makin' him a fool.

Br'er B'ar pull de rope an' he puff an' he blow;
But he cain't git de Tearpin out'n de water from below.
Dat big clay root is a-holdin' dat rope,
Br'er Tearpin's got 'im fooled, an' dere hain't no hope.