2       UNCLE GABE'S [U.1TE FOLKS.



"Live mons'ous high  "  Yes, Marster, yes

Cut'n' onroyal 'n' gordly clash ;

Eat an' drink till you couldn' res'.

  Ma' folks war'n' none o' yo' po'-white-trash.

Nor, sah, dey was ob high degree-

Dis heah nigger am quality!


Tell you 'bout 'em  " You mus' 'a' hearn

  'Bout my ole white folks, sho' !

I tell you, stull, dey was gre't an' stern

D' didn' have nuttin' at all to learn

  D' knowed all dar was to know;

Gol' ober (le' head an' onder dey feet;

An' silber! dey sowed 't like folks sows wheat.


Use ter be rich  "  Dat warn' de wud!

  Jes' wallowed an' roll' in wealf.

Why, none o' my wvhite folks ever stir'd

Ter lif' a han' for d'self;