V. CHRISTMAS PLAY-SONG
(MYRICK PLACE, PUTNAM COUNTY 1858.)

Hi my rinktum! Black gal sweet,
Same like goodies w'at de w'ite folks eat;
Ho my Riley! don't you tako'n tell 'or name,
En den of sumpin' happen you won't ketch de blame;
Hi my rinktum! bettor take'n hide yo' plum;
Joree don't holler eve'y time he fine a wum.
Den it's hi my rinkturn!
Don't git no udder man;
En it's ho my Riley!
Fetch out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! Yaller gal fine;
She may be yone but she oughter be mine!
Hi my rinktum! Lemme git by,
En see w'at she mean by de cut or dat eye!
Ho my Riley! better shot dat do'-
Do w'ite folks 'll bloovo we or t'arin up de flo'.

Den it's ho my Riley!
Come a siftin' up ter me!
En it's hi my rinktum!
Dis de way ter twis' yo' knee!

Hi my rinktum! Ain't de eas' gittin' red?
De squinch owl shiver like he wanter go ter bed;
Ho my Riley! but de gals en de boys,
Des now gittin' so dey kin sorter make a noise.
Hi my rinktum! lot de yallor gal lone;
Niggors don't hankerarter sody in de pone.
Den it's hi my rinktum!
Better try anudder plan;
An' it's ho my Riley!
Trot out Miss Dilsey Ann!

Ho my Riley! In de happy Chrismus' time
De niggers shake der cloze a huntin' for a dime.
Hi my rinktum! En den dey shake der feet,
En greaze derse'f wid de good ham meat.
Ho my Riley! dey oat en dey cram,
En bimeby ole Miss 'll be a sendin' out de dram.
Den it's ho my Riley!
You hear dat, Sam!
En it's hi my rinktum!
Be a sendin' out de dram!

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