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Show MAMMY'S SONG. I had an old black mammy who used to sing to me All kinds of funny little songs and funny poetry; One of a "low sweet chariot," one of "cane in the! brake," One of her old white Massa. of possum and hot ; hoe-cake, And more about a "heap o' things;" but the one that I liked best Was one she sang when I went to sleep with my head upon her breast. 'Twss: "Hi!" said de Possum, "des shake dat 'sinmo,i tree!" "Golly!" said de Rabbit, "you's a shakin' dem on me!" Den dey picked wid dor claws, An' dey licked der paws. An' dey tuk a heap home to der Maws A heap, oh a heap, honey, home to der Maws. Then I would raise my head and beg. "Oh sing if. once again !" And she would say, "Hush, honey chile!" and rock and pat me. Then: "Dey picked wid der claws, Ati' dey licked der paws, An' dey tuk a heap home to der Maws A heap, oh a heap, honey, home to der Maws Oh a heap, oh a heap, oh a heap, heap, heap, Oh a hec-ec-eap Oh a hee-cc-eap " And I never heard the end, because I always fell asleep. Laura Spencer Portor. |