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Show i I ili: lit dar am ite not dls chile (tl inns' j l''ii ifib b.-lf away. ! 1'nV i hue didn't fcnu how long, oh eo'se, j Wns bes' for him (o stay. I 01:. ile Mars iicbhcr -liini, like dat beto' V" nonn yo' sec dat night) , De watermelons all dead ripe, an' so j ,les' took dc bigges' in sii;Lit. Stick de knife in de center an' be-all bin) ! criiik! ' lb meliiii couldn't wait no mo'. So hjirv in' red an de see ls so black, ) : iis !i:iit. h.ib come for sho'! Di font de middle an' swallow him quick ' u' keep yo' eye on de gate, Sc Je boss v lien he come for to make yo' I sick j lie shunh to come tint late I'Y.V half oh de melon done tickle tlt chile ; t.ike m-blier he tickled befo'; Bo he tackle de las', keepin watch all da while, t For to take de hint to no. An' jes' as he swallo-.v de las' bij bite An done :ut out uc seed. De bow, he ce bv ile Kate viv a light Golly, dat wi,s all he need: .-. ' , 1 I m Bho't cut for de tunnel, mos' scar'd to death, De las' jump am a slide, An' not to de fence clean out ob breath Wiv all dat melon inside! Oh, den what trouble 'tab struck (lis nig He couldn't get frew at all! Yo' see de watermelon was so bii An' de darky am so small! Cut de boss nehber catch dis chile dat way, 'Case he been dar befo'; Jes' scoot for de place dat melon lay As fas' as lie kin go, An' git inside ob de empty skinl (Dat am a fac' indeed; When de darky scoop dat melon in 1 He done spit out de seed!) i De boss come erloner, but nehber kin tell i Somebody done eat his fill, An' de l iaes' watermelon am an empty j -.hell. 1 Dis darky keep so still. Oh, down by de rihher on de candy groun' Whar de melons ifvow so big, Dar's a liinh bo'd fence built all aroun', But dat doti't stop dis nigl AB'M LINC'M JONES. The Divert Iiik Tile of a Small Darby ami a Largo Watermelon. No Carrier quite so small and dark ' Has ever made so tine a mark - ! As this same Ab'm la'nc'm Jones. He's three feet six in height, and own A route t hat pays so very well He dresses like a howling swell. A single fault his friends bewail, And you'll observe that in this tale The tale of Ab'm Mnc'm Jones: il;4 "a'- Of ,jwn byde rihher on thesandy grown', VV'ha' de melons grow so hie;, Dar's a high bo'd fence built all aroun' But dat don' stop dis nig. On top ob de fence wh.V dey cotch yo' chin Am spikes dat make yo' smile. All' de bo'ds so closeskeelers can't git In But dat Hon' stop dis chile. De gate am locked like de bit: hen roost j Nex' do' to de cullud chu'cii Golly, folks dat's wait in' fort he int'duced Don't know dis darky tiiie h! De boss am waitin' wiv de ol' shot gun, An' a b'ar trap watch for yo'; De folks dat's spiv! m' to see some fun Don' know dis chile for shu'. Yo' nebht-r kin scar' cullud man dat way, Dem melons am too sw-cct; De big b ar t rap an' de smn come to stay Nehber mm : (lis chile done eat! An' how he get m, vu it kg t.- know? Jes' come crlung wiv me By de side ob de letico u bar de thick brush grow De boss he nehber s. e. fit-. - . V f i Dar's whar yo' kin fin' de tunnei dat leads To de watermelon patch; An' dar yo' kin eat and spit, out de seeds Till yo' heah de gate unlatch. Golly, den yo' fcoot like a possum up a tree. For dc boss am after yo'! Scoot back frew de tunnel befo' he l. iti sci?, Jes' as fas' as vn' kin go! |
