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Will yo' lub me lille Rosa,
Till de June bug comes agin?
Till de shugar cane am growing',
An de sweet partater's in?
Fru de sweetest flowers bloomin',
On de hill top o'er the way?
Will yo' lub me lille Rosa,
Till de summer goes away?
While de water melyons gleamin',
An' a growin' on de bine,
Will yo' tink ob me, ma Rosa,
While yo' eats it toe de rine?
Fru de suckin' and de huntin'
Till one year frum now, toe day?
Den ah'll build our cabin, Rosa,
Where we'll lib dis life away.
Ober yonder in de flowers,
Where de humin' bird, and bee
Will be buzin' sweetes music
All alone fir yo' an' me.
Ah'll be kine toe de, ma Rosa,
All dats honest an' what's good,
I will plant de co'n and cotton,
An' will carry all de wood.
An' I'll lub de chillen, Rosa,
Ef day eber comes to us.
An' ah wont drink gin, my Rosa,
Nor no udder stuff what's wus.
Ob de ham bone an de possum
Ah will gib yo' all de bes'.
Gib yo'self to me, ma Rosa,
An den ah will do de res'.

Tell me, tell me, lille Rosa,
Tell me, tell me once agin,
Dat yo'll lub me till next summer,
Till de June bug come agin.