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20 I said you baby gal, dat's plain, U ll, a li o la e, Droff as sweet as sugar cane, U ll a li o la e, Feet as large and comely too, Might make a cradle ob each shoe, Rosa, take me for you beau She said-Now don't be foolish, Joeǃ" U li a li o la e, Courtin down in Tennessee, &c.

My story yet is to be told, U li a li o la e, Rosa catch'd a shocking cold, U li a li o la e, Send de doctor fetch de norse, Doctor came but make her worse, I tried to make her laugh, but no- She said, "Now don't be foolish, Joe U li a li o la e, Countin down in Tennessee, &c.

Dey gib her up, no power could save, U li a li o la e, She ax me follow to her grave, U li a li o la e, I take her hand, 'twas cold as death, So cold I hardly draw my breff; She was my tears in sorrow flow, And said, "Farewell, my dearest Joe!" U li a li o la e. Rosa sleepa in Tennesse, &c.

JOE CROW.

I came from ole Kentucky, A long time ago, Where I first larn to wheel about, And jump Jim Crow.