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See That Monkey Up The Cocoanut Tree See That Monkey Up The Cocoanut Tree

See That Monkey Up The Cocoanut Tree
PHILIPPINE ISLAND RHYMEThe following rhyme came to me through the kindness of Mr. C. W. Ransom, Grand Chain, Ill., U.S.A. Mr. Ransom served three years with the United States Army in the Philippine Islands. See that Monkey up the cocoanut tree, A-jumpin' an' a-throwin' nuts at me? El hombre no savoy, No like such play. All same to Americano, No hay diqué.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: See That Monkey Up The Cocoanut Tree... Poems - Post by : brienlee - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2998

A Tom Cat A Tom Cat

A Tom Cat
My father had a big Tom cat,That tried to play a fiddle.He struck it here, and he struck it there,And he struck it in the middle. TRINIDAD NEGRO RHYMESWe are very grateful to Mr. L. A. Brown for his kindness in giving to us the two Venezuelan rhymes which follow (UN BELLE MARIE COOLIE and A TOM CAT). His Home is in Princess Town, Trinidad, B. W. I.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Tom Cat... Poems - Post by : Matt_Maiden - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 901

Un Belle Marie Coolie, Or Beautiful Marie, The East Indian Un Belle Marie Coolie, Or Beautiful Marie, The East Indian

Un Belle Marie Coolie, Or Beautiful Marie, The East Indian
Un belle Marie Coolie! Un belle Marie Coolie! Un belle Marie Coolie! Vous belle dame, vous belle pour moi. Papa est un African. Mamma est un belle Coolie. Un belle Marie Coolie! Vous belle dame, vous belle pour moi. Translation Beautiful Marie, the East Indian! Beautiful Marie, the East Indian! Beautiful Marie, the East Indian! You beautiful woman, you're good enough for me.... Poems - Post by : Lydia - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1904

A 'would Be' Immigrant A "would Be" Immigrant

A 'would Be' Immigrant
Conjo Celestine! Oh He was going to Panama. Reavay Trinidad! Celestine Revay, la Grenada! What d'you think bring Celestine back? What d'you think bring Celestine back? What d'you think bring Celestine to me? Twenty cents for a cup of tea. VENEZUELAN NEGRO RHYMESThese Venezuelan rhymes: "A 'Would be' Immigrant" and "Game Contestant'sSong," came to us through the kindness of Mr. J. C. Williams, Caracas,Venezuela, S. A. He is a native of Venezuela.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: "Would Be" Immigrant... Poems - Post by : Leslie - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1357

Game Contestant's Song Game Contestant's Song

Game Contestant's Song
We're going to dig! We're going to dig a sepulcher to bury those regiments. White Rose Union! Get yourself in readiness to bury those regiments. Oh Grentville! (54)Cici! Cici! Beat them forever. Sa your de vrai! We'll send them a challenge, To mardi carnival. Sa your de vrai!!FOOTNOTE(54) Cici = a kind of game.VENEZUELAN NEGRO RHYMESThese Venezuelan rhymes: "A 'Would be' Immigrant" and "Game Contestant's Song," came to us through the kindness of Mr.... Poems - Post by : mpruben - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1672

Buscher Garden Buscher Garden

Buscher Garden
This Negro rhyme from rural Jamaica was contributed by Dr. Cecil B. Roddock, a native of that country. The word Buscher means an overseer or master of a plantation. All a night, me da watch a brother Wayrum; Wayrum ina me Buscher garden. Oh, Brother Wayrum! Wha' a you da do, To make a me Buscher a catch a you? Oh a me Buscher, in a me Buscher garden; Me a beg a me Buscher a pardon!(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Buscher Garden... Poems - Post by : qui-gon - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2801

The Frogs The Frogs

The Frogs
The following child's play rhyme in Baluba with its translation was contributed by Mrs. L. G. Sheppard, who was for many years a missionary in Congo, Africa. Cula, Cula, Kuya kudi Kunyi? Tuyiya ku cisila wa Baluba. Tun kuata tua kuesa cinyi? Tua kudimuka kua musode. Translation Frogs, frogs are you going? We are going to the market of the Baluba. If they catch you, what will they do? They will turn us... Poems - Post by : bzwiz - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2621

Byanswahn-byanswahn, Or A Boat Song Byanswahn-byanswahn, Or A Boat Song

Byanswahn-byanswahn, Or A Boat Song
Ō-Ō Byanswahn blay Tanner tee-o-o. O Byanswahn jekah jubha. De jo Byanswahn se kah jujah dai. Ō Byanswahn blay dai Tanner tee-o-o. Translation Oh boat, come back to me. Since you carried my child away, I have not seen that child. Oh boat come back to me.AFRICAN RHYMES The rhymes "Tuba Blay," "Near Waldo Tee-do O mah nah mejai," "Sai Boddeoh Sumpun Komo," and "Byanswahn-Byanswahn" were kindly contributed by Mr. John H. Zeigler, Monrovia, Liberia, and Mr.... Poems - Post by : skybluep - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 3161

Sai Boddeoh Sumpun Komo, Or I Am Not Going To Marry Sumpun Sai Boddeoh Sumpun Komo, Or I Am Not Going To Marry Sumpun

Sai Boddeoh Sumpun Komo, Or I Am Not Going To Marry Sumpun
1. Sai Sumpun komo. De Sumpun nenah? Sumpun se jello jeppo Boddeoh Sumpun. 2. Sai Sumpun komo. De Sumpun nenah? Sumpun auch nahn jehn deddoc. Boddeoh Sumpun. Translation 1. I am not going to marry Sumpun. What has Sumpun done?... Poems - Post by : SeanW - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2695

The Owl The Owl

The Owl
We are indebted for this Baluba rhyme to Dr. and Mrs. William H. Sheppard, pioneer missionaries under the Southern Presbyterian Church. The little production comes from Congo, Africa. Sala wa mĕn tĕnge, Cimpungelu. Sala wa mĕn tĕnge, Cimpungelu. Meme taya wewe, Cimpungelu. Sala wa mĕn tĕnge, Cimpungelu. Translation The dancing owl waves his spread tail feathers. I'm the owl. The dancing owl waves his spread tail feathers.... Poems - Post by : jumbo - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1579

Tuba Blay, Or An Evening Song Tuba Blay, Or An Evening Song

Tuba Blay, Or An Evening Song
1. Seah O, Tuba blay. Tuba blay, Tuba blay. 2. O blay wulna nahn blay. Tuba blay, Tuba blay. Translation 1. Oh please Tuba sing. Tuba sing, Tuba sing. 2. Oh sing that song. Tuba sing, Tuba sing.AFRICAN RHYMES The rhymes "Tuba Blay," "Near Waldo Tee-do O mah nah mejai," "Sai Boddeoh Sumpun Komo," and "Byanswahn-Byanswahn" were... Poems - Post by : robert_godwin - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1251

Near-waldo-tee-do O Mah Nah Mejai Near-waldo-tee-do O Mah Nah Mejai

Near-waldo-tee-do O Mah Nah Mejai
NEAR-WALDO-TEE-DO O MAH NAH MEJAI ORNEAR-WALDO-TEE-DO IS MY SWEETHEART 1. A yehn me doddoc Near Waldo Tee-do. Yehn me doddoc o-o seoh-o-o. Omah nahn mejai Near Waldo Tee-do. Omah nahn mejai Near Waldo Tee-do. Translation Near Waldo Tee-do gave me a suit. He gave me a suit. Near Waldo Tee-do is my... Poems - Post by : mikesider - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1980

Jack And Dinah Want Freedom Jack And Dinah Want Freedom

Jack And Dinah Want Freedom
(51)Jack and Dinah Want Freedom Ole Aunt Dinah, she's jes lak me. She wuk so hard dat she want to be free. But, you know, Aunt Dinah's gittin' sorter ole; An' she's feared to go to Canada, caze it's so cōl'. Dar wus ole Uncle Jack, he want to git free. He find de way Norf by de moss on de tree. He cross dat (52)river a-floatin' in a tub. Dem (53)Patterollers give 'im a mighty close... Poems - Post by : DerekGehl - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2340

Don't Tell All You Know Don't Tell All You Know

Don't Tell All You Know
Keep dis in min', an' all 'll go right;As on yō' way you goes;Be shore you knows 'bout all you tells,But don't tell all you knows.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Don't Tell All You Know... Poems - Post by : 64366 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 3452

Still Water Runs Deep Still Water Runs Deep

Still Water Runs Deep
Dat still water, it run deep. Dat shaller water prattle. Dat tongue, hung in a holler head, Jes roll 'round an' rattle.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Still Water Runs Deep... Poems - Post by : a5508902 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1600

Speak Softly Speak Softly

Speak Softly
"Wus dat you spoke, Or a fence rail broke?" Br'er Rabbit say to de Jay (50)W'en you don't speak sof', Yō' baits comes off; An' de fish jes swim away.FOOTNOTE(50) The last three lines of the rhyme was a superstition current amongantebellum Negroes.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Speak Softly... Poems - Post by : krystalan - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2673

Self-control Self-control

Self-control
Befo' you says dat ugly word, You stop an' count ten. Den if you wants to say dat word, Begin an' count again. Don't have a tongue tied in de middle, An' loose frum en' to en'. You mus' think twice, den speak once; Dat (49)donkey cain't count ten.FOOTNOTE(49) The somewhat less dignified term was more commonly used.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Self-Control... Poems - Post by : jahover - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 2141

Brag And Boast Brag And Boast

Brag And Boast
Brag is a big dog; But Hold Fast, he is better. Dem big black rough hands, Dey cain't write no letter. Boast, he barks an' growls loud; But Bulger, he hain't no shirker. Dat big loud mouf Nigger, He hain't never no worker.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Brag And Boast... Poems - Post by : panca - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1143

The Tongue The Tongue

The Tongue
Got a tongue dat jes run when it walk?It cain't talk.Got a tongue dat can hush when it talk?--It cain't squawk.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Tongue... Poems - Post by : froogle-feeder - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1666

Fed From The Tree Of Knowledge Fed From The Tree Of Knowledge

Fed From The Tree Of Knowledge
I nebber starts to break my colt, Till he's ole enough to trabble. I nebber digs my taters up Wen dey's only right to grabble. So w'en you sees me risin' up To structify in meetin', You can know I'se climbed de Knowledge Tree An' done some apple eatin'.(The end)Thomas W. Talley's poem: Fed From The Tree Of Knowledge... Poems - Post by : dwierman - Date : November 2011 - Author : Thomas W. Talley - Read : 1910