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James Weldon Johnson, ed. (1871–1938).  The Book of American Negro Poetry.  1922.
The Corn Song
John Wesley Holloway
JES’ beyan a clump o’ pines,—
  Lis’n to ’im now!—
Hyah de jolly black boy,
  Singin’, at his plow!
In de early mornin’,        5
  Thoo de hazy air,
Loud an’ clear, sweet an’ strong
  Comes de music rare:
  “O mah dovee, Who-ah!
  Do you love me? Who-ah!        10
  An’ as ’e tu’ns de cotton row,
  Hyah ’im tell ’is of mule so;
    “Whoa! Har! Come ’ere!”
Don’t yo’ love a co’n song?        15
  How it stirs yo’ blood!
Ever’body list’nin’,
  In de neighborhood!
Standin’ in yo’ front do’
  In de misty mo’n,        20
Hyah de jolly black boy,
  Singin’ in de co’n:
  “O Miss Julie, Who-ah!
  Love me truly, Who-ah!
        Who-ah!”        25
  Hyah ’im scol’ ’is mule so,
  W’en ’e try to mek ’im go:
    “Gee! Whoa! Come ’ere!”
O you jolly black boy,
  Yod’lin’ in de co’n,        30
Callin’ to yo’ dawlin’,
  In de dewy mo’n,
Love ’er, boy, forevah,
  Yodel ever’ day;
Only le’ me lis’n,        35
  As yo’ sing away:
  “O mah dawlin’! Who-ah!
  Hyah me callin’! Who-ah!
  Tu’n aroun’ anothah row,        40
  Holler to yo’ mule so:
    “Whoa! Har! Come ’ere!”


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