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(Oh, I jes wish you would give me!) Dat watermillion, smilin' on de vine. "THEY STEAL" GOSSIP _You know:_ Some folks say dat a Nigger won't steal, But Mosser cotch six in a watermillion fiel'; A-cuttin', an' a-pluggin' an' a-tearin' up de vines, A-eatin' all de watermillions, an' a-stackin' up de rinds. _Uh-huh! Yes, I heared dat:_ Ole Mosser stole a middlin' o' meat, Ole Missus stole a ham; Dey sent 'em bofe to de Wuk-house, An' dey had to leave de land. FOX AND RABBIT DRINKING PROPOSITIONS Fox on de low ground, Rabbit on de hill. Says he: "I'll take a drink, An' leave you a gill." De fox say: "Honey, (You sweet liddle elf!) Jes hand me down de whole cup; I wants it fer myself." A TURKEY FUNERAL Dis tucky once on earth did dwell; An' "Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!" But now he gives me bigges' joy, An' rests from all his trouble. Yes, now he's happy, so am I; No hankerin' fer a feas': Because I'se stuffed wid tucky meat, An' he struts in tucky peace. OUR OLD MULE We had an ole mule an' he wouldn' go "gee"; So I knocked 'im down wid a single-tree. To daddy dis wus some mighty bad news, So he made me jump up an' outrun de Jews. THE COLLEGE OX Ole Ox! Ole Ox! How'd you come up here? You'se sh[=o]' plowed de cotton fields for many a, many a year. You'se been kicked an' cuffed about wid heaps an' heaps abuse. Now! Now, you comes up here fer some sort o' College use. CARE IN BREAD-MAKING W'en you sees dat gal o' mine, Jes tell 'er fer me, if you please, Nex' time she goes to make up bread To roll up 'er dirty sleeves. WHY LOOK AT ME? What's you lookin' at me fer? I didn' come here to stay. I wants dis bug put in y[=o]' years, An' den I'se gwine away. I'se got milk up in my bucket, I'se got butter up in my bowl; But I hain't got no Sweetheart Fer to save my soul. A SHORT LETTER She writ me a letter As long as my eye. An' she say in dat letter: "My Honey!--Good-by!" DOES MONEY TALK? Dem whitefolks say dat money talk. If it talk lak dey tell, Den ev'ry time it come to Sam, It up an' say: "Farewell!" I'LL EAT WHEN I'M HUNGRY I'll eat when I'se hongry, An' I'll drink
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