Negro Folk Rhymes Part 28

He drapped de bale, an' he spilt de snuff, An' I guess dat speech is long enough.

SAM IS A CLEVER FELLOW

Say! Is yo' peaches ripe, my boy, An' is yo' apples meller?

Go an' tell Miss Katie Jones Dat Sam's a clever feller.

Say! Is yo' cherries red, my boy, An' is yo' plums all yeller?

Oh please run tell Miss Katie Jones Dat Sam's a clever feller.

THE GREAT OWL'S SONG

Ah-hoo-hoo? Ah-hoo-hoo? Ah-hoo-hoo----?

An' who'll cook fer Kelline, an' who'll cook fer you----?

I will cook fer myse'f, I won't cook fer you.

Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo----!

Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo----!

I wonder if Kelline would not cook fer Hue----?

Fer dis is Big Sandy! It's Big Sandy Hue----!

Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo----!

Ah-ha-hah! Ah-ha-hah! Ah-ha-hah! Ah-hah----!

I thought you 'us ole Bill Jack as black as de tah.

You really must 'scuse me, my "Honey Lump Pa."

Ah-ha-hah! Ah-ha-hah! Ah-ha-hah! Ah-hah----!

An' since I'se been Kelline, an' you'se Big Sandy Hue; I will cook fer myse'f, an' I will cook fer you.

I'll love you forever, an' sing in de dew: "Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo----!"

Yes!--Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-hoo! Ah-hoo-all!

Now, we'll cook fer ourse'fs, but who'll cook fer you all?

Fer Tom d.i.c.k an' his wife, fer Pete Snap an' Shoe-Awl, Rough Shot De Shoe-boot, an' de Lawd He knows who all?

HERE I STAND

Here I stan', raggity an' dirty; If you don't come kiss me, I'll run lak a tucky.

Here I stan' on two liddle chips, Pray, come kiss my sweet liddle lips.

Here I stan' crooked lak a horn; I hain't had no kiss since I'se been born.

PIG TAIL

Run boys, run!

De pig tail's done.

If you don't come quick, You won't git none.

Pig ham's dere, Lakwise middlin's square; But dese great big parts Hain't no n.i.g.g.e.r's bes' fare.

A, B, C

A, B, C, Doubled down D; I'se so lazy you cain't see me.

A, B, C, Doubled down D Lazy Chilluns gits hick'ry tea.

A, B, C, Doubled down D, Dat "cat's" in de cupboard an' hid. You see?

A, B, C, Doubled down D, You'd better come out an' wuk lak me.

NEGRO BAKER MAN

Patty cake! Patty cake! n.i.g.g.e.r Baker man.

Missus an' Mosser gwineter ketch 'im if dey can.

Put de liddle n.i.g.g.e.r in Mosser's dish pan, An' scrub 'im off good fer de ole San' Man.

STICK-A-MA-STEW

Stick-a-ma-stew, he went to town.

Stick-a-ma-stew, he tore 'is gown.

All dem folks what live in town Cain't mend dat randsome, handsome gown.

BOB-WHITE'S SONG

Bob-white! Bob-white!

Is yo' peas all ripe?

No--! not--! quite!

Bob-white! Bob-white!

W'en will dey be ripe?

To-mor--! row--! might!

Bob-white! Bob-white!

Does you sing at night?

No--! not--! quite!

Bob-white! Bob-white!

W'en is de time right?

At can--! dle--! light!

COOKING DINNER