Rondeau

One Negro, wi my banjer, Me from Jenny come, Wid cunning yiei Me savez spy De buckra world one hum, As troo a street a stranger Me my banjer strum.

My missy for one black dog about the house me kick, Him say my nassy tawny face enough to make him sick; But when my massa he go out, she then no longer rail, For first me let the captain in, and then me tell no tale:

So aunt Quashy say, Do tabby, brown, or black, or white, You see um in one night, Every sort of cat be gray.

One Negro, &c.

To fetch a lilly money back, you go to law they call, The court and all the tie-wig soon strip you shirt and all, The courtier call him friend him foe, And fifty story tell, To-day say yes, to-morrow no, And lie like any hell: And so though Negro black for true, He black in buckra country too.

One Negro, &c.