BRIC-A-BRAC.

Waikato Times, Volume XIX, Issue 1604, 14 October 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)

BRIC-A-BRAC.

TWO PLANTATION SONGS. These characteristic and amusing songs are published, in the last number of the Century Magazine. The editor says :— [If those who have heard, in'concerts or elsewhere, the vocal gymnastics known as the " Swiss WaVble," can imagine the volume as well as the melody of that performance increased a thousand-fold, they will be able to form some idea of the thrilling effect of the "italicized halloo in the refrain stanzas of the '^Hog-Feeder's Song," herewith appended. Harbert, a hog-feeder on the Turner Plantation, in Putnam County, Georgia, could make every inflection of his voice heard at a distance <^f three miles, but this was not even considered remarkable in a region where the dusky captain of the corn-pile was in the habit of lifting his right hand to his ear, and conveying a most musical invitation to the hands on plantations five miles away.] hog-fekdkr's song. Oh, rise up, my ladies 1 Lissen unter me ! Gwoop ! — Giooop I *Gce-wooi) I — Goo-whee ! I'm a-gwine dis night fer ter knock along er you ! Gwoon ! — Gtooqp ! Gee-woop ! Goo-whoo ! Fig-goo! pig-gee! Gee-o-iohec! Oh, de stars look bright dcs like dey gwineter fall, En 'way todes sundown you year de kildeo call : Stee-wee! Killdee! — Fig-goo! pig-gee! Pig l pig ! pig-goo \ Pig 1 pig 1 pig-gee ! De blue barrer squeal, kaze he can't squeeze froo, En he hump up he back dcs like niggers do — Oh, humpty-umpty blue 1 Fig-gee] pig-goo \ Fig I pig I pig-gee I Pig 1 pig ! pig-goo 1 Oh, rise up, my ladies ! Lissen uuter me ! Gwoop I — Gwoqpec 1 Gee-woop I—fifoo-whec!1 — fifoo-whec ! I'm a-gwino dis night a-gallautin' out wid you ! Gwoop I — Giooogee I Gee-woop I — Goo-whoo 1 Fig-goo 1 pig-gee ! Gee-o-wJiee I 010 sow got sense dcs ez sho's youer bo'n, 'Kaze she taken hunch de baskit fer ter shatter out co'n — Ma'am, you make too free 1 Pig-goo I pig-gee \ Pig ! pig \ pig-goo I Pig ! pig ! pig-gee \ Wen pig git fat, he better stay close, 'Kaze fat pig nice fer ter hide out en roas' — Oh, roas' pig, shoo I Fig-gee I pig-goo I Fig ! pig I pig-gee I Pig I pig I pig-goo \ Oh, rise up, my ladies ! Lissen \mter me ! Giooop ! — Gwoopee 1 Gee-woop I—Goo-whce1 — Goo-whce ! — I'm a-gwine dis night fer ter knock aroun' wid you ! Giooop t — Gwoopee. \ Gee-vsoop \—Goo-wlioo!\ — Goo-wlioo ! Fig-goo ! pig-gee ! Gcc-o-wltec 1 n. A NEGRO LOVE-SONG. Tback in do pfiff' whar rabbit bin play'n', (Hey, my Lily ! go down do road 1) Han' me down my walkin'-cane, (Hi, my Lily ! go down de road I) Hey, my Lily I de cow done lowed, (Go down de road — go down de road 1) Hit's wet on de grass whar de jew bin pod, (Hi, my Lily ! go down de road !) Mighty long way froo de narrer lane, (Hey, my Lily ! go down de road 1) En killdee holler like he callin' up rain, (Hi, my Lily, go down de road !) Hoy, my Lily I de chicken done crowed, (Go down de road — go down de road !) Sun gone down en moon done showed, (My Lily ! my Lily I go down de road I) Han' me down my walkin'-cane, . (Hey, my Lily Igo down de road !) Big owl holler : No use stay'n' \ (Hi, my Lily t go down de road !) Big nigger tote de little gal load, i (Go down de road — go down do road 1) : 'Kaze too big a turn make nigger leg bowed, (My Lily ! my Lily I go down do road !) Han' me down my walkin'-cane, (Hey, my Lily 1 go down de road I) Do boys all sing en keep on say'n' : (Hi, my Lily ! go down de road !) Nigger will drink f urn 'n'er nigger's god,* (Go down de road — go down de road !) En borne folks git wat dey aint never growed, (My LUy I my Lily 1 go down de road 1) One man los wat 'n'er man gain, (Hey, my Lily ! go down de road 1) You git yo' shawl en han' my cane, (Hey, my Lily ! go down de road !) * G hard here and throughout. Joel Chandler Harris (" Uncle Remus ").