The Book of American Negro Poetry by Unknown
page 119 of 202 (58%)
page 119 of 202 (58%)
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Don't yo' love a co'n song?
How it stirs yo' blood! Ever'body list'nin', In de neighborhood! Standin' in yo' front do' In de misty mo'n, Hyah de jolly black boy, Singin' in de co'n: "O Miss Julie, Who-ah! Love me truly, Who-ah! Who-ah!" Hyah 'im scol' 'is mule so, W'en 'e try to mek 'im go: "Gee! Whoa! Come 'ere!" O you jolly black boy, Yod'lin' in de co'n, Callin' to yo' dawlin', In de dewy mo'n, Love 'er, boy, forevah, Yodel ever' day; Only le' me lis'n, As yo' sing away: "O mah dawlin'! Who-ah! Hyah me callin'! Who-ah! Who-ah!" Tu'n aroun' anothah row, Holler to yo' mule so: |
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