II.
Little bird flutter w’en de big speckle hawk Sail up en light in de pine; W’en de overseer come en look thro de fence Nigger don’t cut no shine, But he roll up he eye, en he break loose en sing: _En I wish dat big gal ’us mine!_
Little bird flutter w’en de big speckle hawk Sail up en light in de pine; W’en de overseer come en look thro de fence Nigger don’t cut no shine, But he roll up he eye, en he break loose en sing: _En I wish dat big gal ’us mine!_