an' tu'n, an' bow to my Love so handy.

You tu'n here on Sugar-l[=o]'-tea, I'll tu'n there on Candy.
All I want is to wheel, an' tu'n, an' bow to my Love so handy.

Some gits drunk on Sugar-l[=o]'-tea, some gits drunk on Candy,
But all I wants is to wheel, an' tu'n, an' bow to my Love so handy.

[27] Nicknames applied in imagination to the women engaged in playing in
the Play Song.

GREEN OAK TREE! ROCKY'O

Green oak tree! Rocky'o! Green oak tree! Rocky'o!
Call dat one you loves, who it may be,
To come an' set by de side o' me.
"Will you hug 'im once an' kiss 'im twice?"
"W'y! I wouldn' kiss 'im once fer to save 'is life!"
Green oak tree! Rocky'o! Green oak tree! Rocky'o!

KISSING SONG

A sleish o' bread an' butter fried,
Is good enough fer y[=o]' sweet Bride.
Now choose y[=o]' Lover, w'ile we sing,
An' call 'er nex' onto de ring.

"Oh my Love, how I loves you!
Nothin' 's in dis worl' above you.
Dis right han', fersake it never.
Dis heart, you mus' keep forever.
One sweet kiss, I now takes from you;
Caze I'se gwine away to leave you."

KNEEL ON THIS CARPET

Jes choose y[=o]' Eas'; jes choose y[=o]' Wes'.
Now choose de one you loves de bes'.
If she hain't here to take 'er part
Choose some one else wid all y[=o]' heart.

Down on dis chyarpet you mus' kneel,
Shore as de grass grows in de fiel'.
Salute y[=o]' Bride, an' kiss her sweet,
An' den rise up upon y[=o]' feet.

SALT RISING BREAD

I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
Put on dat skillet, nev' mind de lead;
Caze I'se gwineter cook dat saltin' bread;
Yes, ever since my mammy's been dead,
I'se been makin' an' cookin' dat saltin' bread.

I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
You loves biscuit, butter, an' fat?
I can dance Shiloh better 'an dat.
Does you turn 'round an' shake y[=o]' head?--
Well; I loves saltin', saltin' bread.

I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
I loves saltin', saltin' bread.
W'en you ax y[=o]' mammy fer butter an' bread,
She don't give nothin' but a stick across y[=o]' head.
On cracklin's, you say, you wants to git fed?
Well, I loves saltin', saltin' bread.

PRECIOUS THINGS

Hol' my rooster, h[=o]l' my hen,
Pray don't tetch my [28]Gooshen Ben'.

Hol' my bonnet, h[=