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SIGNS.

My Sarah Ann don' b'leve in signs,
Sense she don' bin to skule;
She sez we folks ain't got no sense,
An' almos' calls us fools.
Wid all de changes she don' made,
One thing I know fur sho',
She don' bresh all de cobwebs down,
But de horseshoe's ober de do'.
An 'tother day she start to chuch
Wid all her fal-de-rals,
'Long Lucy Ann an' 'Rushy Jeems,
An' lots er yuther gals;
But when she had to turn erroun'
Fur sumpin' she furgits,
She meks a cross-mark on de groun'
An' turns erroun' an' spits.

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An' when her nose begin to itch
Huccum she stays at hom'?—
'Cause dat dar sign don' nebber fail—
Somebody gwine ter kum;
But t'ain't no use ter tell me, do',
Dar's sump'n in de min'
Ub ebry true-bon' cullud gal
Dat meks her b'leve in signs.
I prides myself upon my wuck
When I whitewash a fence—
De man dat won' be satisfied
Mus' surt'ny lack fur sense;
But when dese sizly-sozly rains
Kum fallin' to de groun'
An' wash aginst it long ernough,
Dat whitewash mus' kum down.
So 'tiz wid ebry cullud chil',
Do' it may be my own,
De skules kin nebber 'raderkate
De thing dats in de bon'.—

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While folks is gittin' smart, ez sho'
Ez whitewash made frum lime.
I gwine b'leve what de Bible sez
Erbout signs ub de times.