American Negro Folklore (1968)

[Wilson Gray]

On Feb 12, 2005, at 5:41 PM, Jonathan Lighter wrote:

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> Jawbone walk, jawbone talk,
> Jawbone eat with a knife and fork.
>           ---Old Minstrel Song
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> Mama's in the kitchen,
> Papa's in jail.
> Sister's on the corner,
> Yellin' "Pussy for sale!"
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>            ---From a song called "Alley Boogie,"  sung on the march by
> U.S. Marines in New Zealand in WW II.
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> Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man,
> Washed his face in a fryin' pan,
> Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
> Died with the toothache in his heel.
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>           ---Old Minstrel Song, "Old Dan Tucker"
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> JL

Is this the same song that has the verse (or chorus?):

Get out of the way of old Dan Tucker
Too late to get his supper
Supper's over and dinner's cookin'
Old Dan Tucker just standin' there lookin'

Wilson, just wondering

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> Bapopik at AOL.COM wrote:
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> "Hawkins," "made in de shade, sold in de sun," and others of interest
> here.
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> AMERICAN NEGRO FOLKLORE
> by J. Mason Brewer
> Chicago: Quadrangle Books
> 1968
>
> Pg. 189 (Slave Seculars and Work Songs):
> _I Went to Atlanta_
>
> I Went to Atlanta
> Never been dere a-fo'
> White folks eat de apple
> Nigger wait fo' co'
>
> (Other verses are "White folks sleep on feather bed" and "White folks
> wear de fancy suit" and "White folks sit in Lawd's place"--ed.)
>
> Pg. 304 (Cold Weather Signs): If turkeys roost high in a tree, it's a
> sign of cold weather. You will hear the old folks say, "Look out,
> children. Hawkins is coming."
>
> Pg. 323 (Creole Proverbs):
> Great to speak, little to do.
> One goes everywhere with fine clothes.
> Ox who comes first always drinks clear water.
> Pg. 324:
> That is not the baptism of a doll. (No laughing matter.)
> When the tree falls the goat climbs it.
> The best swimmer is often drowned.
> When one is very hungry one does not peel the sweet potato.
> His tongue knows no Sunday.
> I keep nothing hidden in the sideboard. (I keep nothing back.)
> Set your type before you go and then read it. (Have on your tongue
> what you are going to say.)
>
> Pg. 338 ("Dirty Dozens" Rhymes):
> Yo' mama's in de kitchen; yo' papa's in jail;
> Yo' sister's round de corner, hollerin' "Hot stuff for sale."
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> Pg. 339 (Street Cries):
> I sell to the rich,
> I sell to the po';
> I'm gonna sell the lady
> Standin' in that do'.
>
> I got water with the melon, red to the rind!
> If you don't believe it just pull down your blind.
> You eat the watermelon and preee-serve the rind!
>
> Pg. 340:
> We sell it to the rich, we sell it to the poor,
> We give it to the sweet brownskin, peepin' out the door.
> _Tout chaud, Madame, tout chaud!_
> Git 'em while they're hot. Hot _calas_!
>
> The Waffle Man is a fine old man.
> He washes his face in a frying-pan.
> He makes his waffles with his hand.
> Everybody loved the waffle man.
>
> Char-coal! Char-coal!
> My horse is white, my face is black.
> I sell my charcoal, two-bits a sack--
> Char-coal! Char-coal!
>
> Pg. 342:
> Porgy walk; Porgy talk,
> Porgy eat wid a knife an' fork;
> Porgy-e-e-e-!
>
> Vanilla, chocolate, peach cream
> Dat surely freezed by de stream.
> It was made in de shade, an' is sold in de sun.
> If you ain't got a nickel, you can't get none.
>
> Any rags, any bones, any bottles today?
> The same old rag man comin' this a-way.
>
> Swimp man, swimp man, raw, raw, raw.
> Fifteen cents a plate, two for a quarter.
> Raw, raw, raw.
>
> Pg. 343 (Jeering and Taunting Rhymes):
> A bushel o' wheat, a bushel o' san',
> Ah'd rather be a nigger than a po' white man.
>
> You bowlegged, lazy,
> An' almo' half crazy.
>
> Pg. 367 (Autograph Album Rhymes):
> You can kiss beneath a grapevine, you can kiss beneath the rose,
> But the best place I know of is to kiss beneath the nose.
>
> Pg. 368:
> Apples on the table, peaches on the shelf,
> If you don't love nobody, keep it to yourself.
>
> Up the hickory, an' down the pine;
> Good-looking boys is hard to find.
>
> Sugar is sweet, an' coffee is strong;
> Write me a letter, and don't be long.
>
> It takes a rocking chair to rock,
> A rubber ball to roll,
> A tall, skinny papa
> To satisfy my soul.
>
> Orange is a city, Lemon is a state;
> I wrote you a letter, but I forgot de date.
>
> Pg. 369:
> My papa is a butcher,
> My mama cuts de meat.
> Ah'm de little weiner-wish
> Dat runs around destreet.
>
> If the ocean was milk, and the bottom was cream,
> I'd dive for you like a submarine.
>
> Cream cheese, cream cheese floatin' in the air,
> That bald-headed man ain't got no hair.
>
> Pg. 373 (Ring-Game Songs):
> Ooka dooka soda cracker,
> Does your father chew tobacco?
> Yes, my father chews tobacco.
> Ooka dooka soda cracker.
>
>
> Copy cat, copy cat, sittin' on duh fence,
> Trying' tuh make a dollar out o' fifteen cents.
>
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> (NEWSPAPERARCHIVE)
> Trenton Times Monday, October 17, 1904 Trenton, New Jersey
> ...of whioti starts off with "ANY RAGS, ANY BONES, ANY bottles today."
> Of course.....Fred Barlow, asked, "Have you ANY rags today''" H
> happened that Just..
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