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John Charles McNeill:Lyrics from Cotton Land (Paperback) - Livres de poche
2013, ISBN: 1230465553
[EAN: 9781230465555], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can… Plus…
[EAN: 9781230465555], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: .rung by rung. Faint was the laughter of children at play; Bells in the meadow seemed far, far away; Happy the voices of maidens that met: Oh, t was a season to hope and forget! ONE DAY I had not changed, if I had been God, One shrouded mountain, one goldenrod, Where, in his halcyon garment, gold-spun, Low through the zodiac circled the sun. A HINDRANCE You need n do nothin but roll in de dirt. I ll give you yo eatin en give you yo shirt. I don t speck yo he p when I s hoein our farm. You kin do wut you please, if you 11 quit doin harm. Why n t you sleep in de shade at de eend er de row? I d as well go on home en hang up my hoe, If you s gwine a scramble en crawl on de groun En roll on de cotton en mash it all down. Stay whar I putt you! Don t foller my trail! You mus pen on dis crap fer yo winter shirt-tail. If it s me dat mus feed you en give you yo clothes, You mus stay whar I tells you en play wid yo toes. A PALLET SLEEPER I Wish a man had a turnin bed, Ca se he roasties his feet en freezes his head. When he gits all wrop up in his civer He can t turn roun en he won t turn over. Dat big far keep on gwine all night (You kin tell dat fum de chinks bein bright) En de heat fum de far en de win fum de hole Keeps one een hot en de udder een col . SUBSTITUTES We ain t gwine have no turkey Less n we kills him wiT, But we 11 have a pot er cooter soup Scum over wid cooter ile. We ain t gwine have no poun cake When dat Chris mas dinner come, But ll eat dat cracklin bread all up En hunt anudder crumb. We mought not have no liquor To make us dance aroun , But simmon beer goes purty good Atter it settles down. In case we don t have powder, We won t give up our fun: We ll slam a plank ag in de groun Loud as a.<
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John Charles McNeill:
Lyrics from Cotton Land (Paperback)
- Livres de poche2013, ISBN: 1230465553
[EAN: 9781230465555], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can … Plus…
[EAN: 9781230465555], Neubuch, [PU: Theclassics.Us, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 edition. Excerpt: .rung by rung. Faint was the laughter of children at play; Bells in the meadow seemed far, far away; Happy the voices of maidens that met: Oh, t was a season to hope and forget! ONE DAY I had not changed, if I had been God, One shrouded mountain, one goldenrod, Where, in his halcyon garment, gold-spun, Low through the zodiac circled the sun. A HINDRANCE You need n do nothin but roll in de dirt. I ll give you yo eatin en give you yo shirt. I don t speck yo he p when I s hoein our farm. You kin do wut you please, if you 11 quit doin harm. Why n t you sleep in de shade at de eend er de row? I d as well go on home en hang up my hoe, If you s gwine a scramble en crawl on de groun En roll on de cotton en mash it all down. Stay whar I putt you! Don t foller my trail! You mus pen on dis crap fer yo winter shirt-tail. If it s me dat mus feed you en give you yo clothes, You mus stay whar I tells you en play wid yo toes. A PALLET SLEEPER I Wish a man had a turnin bed, Ca se he roasties his feet en freezes his head. When he gits all wrop up in his civer He can t turn roun en he won t turn over. Dat big far keep on gwine all night (You kin tell dat fum de chinks bein bright) En de heat fum de far en de win fum de hole Keeps one een hot en de udder een col . SUBSTITUTES We ain t gwine have no turkey Less n we kills him wiT, But we 11 have a pot er cooter soup Scum over wid cooter ile. We ain t gwine have no poun cake When dat Chris mas dinner come, But ll eat dat cracklin bread all up En hunt anudder crumb. We mought not have no liquor To make us dance aroun , But simmon beer goes purty good Atter it settles down. In case we don t have powder, We won t give up our fun: We ll slam a plank ag in de groun Loud as a.<
- NEW BOOK Frais d'envoiVersandkostenfrei (EUR 0.00) The Book Depository, Gloucester, UK, United Kingdom [54837791] [Rating: 5 (von 5)]