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e sun's gone down, un de moon is riz, Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! It's I's aguine down wha' the by-o is! Bin a-fishin' all night long! Chorus Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin' clean fum de dusk of night Twell away 'long on in de mornin' light. Bait my hook, un I plunk her down! Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! Un I lay dat catfish weigh five pound! Bin a-fishin' all night long! Chorus Folks tells me ut a sucker won't bite, Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! Yit I lif' out fo' last Chuesday night, Bin a-fishin' all night long! Chorus Little fish nibble un de big fish come; Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! "Go way, little fish! I want some!" Bin a-fishin' all night long! Chorus Sez de bull frog, "D-runk!" sez de ole owl, "Whoo!" Bin a-fishin'! Bin a-fishin'! 'Spec, Mr. Nigger, dey's a-meanin' you, Bin a-fishin' all night long! Chorus UNCLE DAN'L IN TOWN OVER SUNDAY I cain't git used to city ways-- Ner never could, I' bet my hat! Jevver know jes' whur I was raised?-- Raised on a farm! D' ever tell you that? Was undoubtatly, I declare! And now, on Sunday--fun to spare Around a farm! Why jes' to set Up on the top three-cornered rail Of Pap's old place, nigh La Fayette, I'd swap my soul off, hide and tail! You fellers in the city here, You don't know nothin'!--S'pose to-day, This clatterin' Sunday, you waked up Without no jinglin'-janglin' bells, Ner rattlin' of the milkman's cup, Ner any swarm of screechin' birds Like these here English swallers--S'pose Ut you could miss all noise like those, And git shet o' thinkin' of 'em afterwerds, And then, in the country, wake and hear Nothin' but silence--wake and see Nothin' but green woods fur and near?-- What sort o' Sunday would that be?... Wisht I hed you home with me! Now think! The laziest of all days-- To git up any time--er sleep-- Er jes' lay round and watch the haze A-dancin' 'crost the wheat, and keep My pipe a-goern laisurely, And puff and whiff as pleases me-- And ef I leave a trail of smoke Clean through the house, no one to say, "Wah! throw that nasty thing away; Hev some regyard fer decency!" To walk round barefoot, if you choose; Er saw the
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