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 6 Her face was so black you couldn't see it well And she was called de Yaller Bush-a-Belle; Says I --Young lady, may I walk wid ye? What you tink war de auswer she gib me? She say, in a bery determine manner- Go away, black man, don't come nigh me, Buru you wid a chunk, if I don't blue dye me! Ra-di-ink-a-day, ra-di-ink-a-day, I'clar de nigger am de chap to win de heart away. Dat she should be so dignified I didn't pare to see, Kase I's de fancy nigger from de elbow to de knee I neber sec a yaller gal dat I could lub so well, So I splash my 'flictions on to you, my Yaller Bush-a-Bell; So now, Miss Dinah, may I walk wid ye? Still de same answer de lady did gib me-- She says to me, in zactly de same voice as before, only different- Go along, black man, &c We didn't talk much longer, kase down de rain fell, So in a minute I put up my cotton umbarelle Miss Dinah, now I axes you to lean upon dis arm, An'l pledge my solemn appetite I don't mean you no harm; So come young lady, may I walk wid ye? Dis time a different answer she gib me- You sec de rain war coming down pretty tolerably fast, and she 'sclains to me, Come away, black man, I'll go along o' you, now, Hold up your umbarelle an' I get wet t'rough now. Ra-di-ink-a-day, &c.