Seen my lady home las' night, Jump back, honey, jump back. Hel' huh han' an' sque'z it tight, Jump back, honey, jump back. Hyeahd huh sigh a little sigh, Seen a light gleam f'om huh eye, An' a smile go flittin' by-- Jum... Read more of A Negro Love Song at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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A BUTCHER of some eminence was lately in company with several ladies at
a game of whist, where, having lost two or three rubbers, one of the
ladies addressing him, asked, Pray, sir, what are the stakes now? To
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the best rump I cannot sell lower than tenpence halfpenny a pound.





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