The Watermelon.

The Watermelon.
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O see dat water million a smmiin’ fro’ de fence.
How I wish dat watermillion it was mine,
Oh, de white folks must be foolish, dey needs a hoap ob sence,
Or dey’d nebber leabe it dar upon de vine.

Chorus-
O, de ham bene am sweet and de bacon am good,
And de possum fat, am bery bery fine;
But gih me, yes, gib me. 0. how I wish you would,
Dat watermillion smilin’ on de vine.

You may talk about your peaches, your apples. and your peed the musson xom you
And your ‘simmons hangin’ on de ‘simmon tree.
But bless my heart, my honey, dat truck it am nowheres,
Oh, de watermillion am de fruit for me.
Chorus.

When de dewdrops dey is fallin, dat million’s goin’ to cool,
And I knows den it will eat most awful fine,
So I’s gawin’ to come end’ alch it, or else I is a fool,em
If I leaves it der & smliin’ on de vine.