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 7 We walked along togeder, I don't know what I said, But de subject ob matrimony popped into my head, All dat passed between I'm not gwoine to tell But de next day I got married to my Yaller Bush-a-Belle, Went to a nigger parson on purpose to be wed When he ax her would she hab me what you tink she said? De parson says-Will you take dis ansom young nigger, to lub, honour an' pertect? and she says to him- Go along, black man, &c. About nine months after dat I t'ought I go wild, When my yaller gal she gib me a lily male child He war black as any crow but gist a trifle bigger, I'clare I neber see sich a ansom little nigger. But my Yaller Bush-a-Belle, my young and lubly bride, She didn't live much longer---kase de nex' day she died. She call me to her bedside an' say, in a bery lemoncholic tone o' voice- Good bye, black man, I'm gwoin away from you now, Take care of piccaninny if you lub me true now, Ra-di-ink-a-day, ra-di-ink-a-day, I'elare it nearly broke my heart to put her in de clay.

OLD TARA RIVER. Way down Carolina. Where old Tara an' Chowan glide, Dare I met my lubly Dinah, Dare we wander side by side;