AH PICKS BY DE LIGHT O’ DE MOON.

AH PICKS BY DE LIGHT O’ DE MOON.
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Ah knows a medda whar de grasgrows sweet
An’ lil’ cool crik runs along.
An’ Ah wuke all day in de scotchin’ heat,
But at night jls’ hear ma song
Ah don’ belong to no white man,
Dis nigga’s all his own;
An’ Ah teks ma banjo in ma han’
An’ Ah picks by de light o’ de moon.

Ole massa’s gud to his nigga, aho,
An’ de oberseeh ain’t no sheak,
So Ah wuke all day wid de rake an’ hoe,
But at right jis’ hear me speak-
For. Ah don’t belong to no white man,
Dis nigga’s all his own;
Ah knows de path to de hen roos’ and
An, Ah picks by de light o’ de moon.

Dar’s a conftel’ over on the udder gide
An’ the roastin’ yeres they’re thick;
Oh slide Across that ill’ ole creek-
For. Ah don’ belong to no white man,
Dis nigga’s all his own;
An’ Ah teks mah hamper in mah han’
An’ Ah picks by de light o’ de moon

Dar’s a millyun patch just beyant de what’n,
An’ a log across dat crick, An’ jist afore de streak ob de morn
Ah gits mah millyuns quick- For Ah don’ belong to no white man,
Dis nigga’s all his own, An’ Ah teks mad gunny bag in mah han’
An’ Ah picks by de light o’ de moon.

Dar’s a lil’, yaller gal, just ober de hill,
Ebery night what Ah goes for to meet;
Wid her hand’ in mine she sots so still
That I please my kisses sweet-yum! yum!
For Ah don’ belong to no white man,
An’ dat, yaller gal’s all mah own,
An’ Ah talkles her chin wid mah oder han’
While Ah picks by de light o’ de moon yum! yum!
While Ah pleks by de light o’ de moon.
-Balumore Sun.