The Don’t-Care Negro (Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr Poems)
Neber min' what's in your cran'um So your collar's high an' true.Neber min' what's in your pocket So de blackin's on your ...
Neber min' what's in your cran'um So your collar's high an' true.Neber min' what's in your pocket So de blackin's on your ...
The wind is blowin' cold down the mountain tips of snowAnd 'cross the ranges layin' brown and dead;It's cryin' through ...
I ride alone and hate the boys I meet.Today, some way, their laughin' hurts me so.I hate the mockin'-birds in ...
Guard me, Lord, when I'm a -ridin''Crost the dusty range out there,From the dangers that are hidin'On the trails, so ...
Missis Moriarty called last week, and says she to me, says she: "Sure the heart of me's broken entirely now ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
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