A Frolic

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Swing yo’ lady roun’ an’ roun’,
Do de bes’ you know;
Mek yo’ bow an’ p’omenade
Up an’ down de flo’;
Mek dat banjo hump huhse’f,
Listen at huh talk:
Mastah gone to town to-night;
‘T ain’t no time to walk.

Lif’ yo’ feet an’ flutter thoo,
Run, Miss Lucy, run;
Reckon you’ll be kotched an’ kissed
‘Fo” de night is done.
You don’t need to be so proud –
I ‘s a-watchin’ you,
An’ I ‘s layin’ lots o’ plans
Fu’ to git you, too.

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Moonlight on de cotton-fiel’
Shinin’ sof, an’ white,
Whippo’will a-tellin’ tales
Out thaih in de night;
An’ yo’ cabin ‘s ‘crost de lot:
Run, Miss Lucy, run;
Reckon you’ll be kotched an’ kissed
‘Fo de night is done.

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