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Crismus' Comin/ Honey 
 and Other Rhymes 
 
 By 
 CLARENCE ADAM WHITE 
 
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 Price 50 Cents 
 
 JOHN P. MORTON & COMPANY 
 
 Incorporated 
 
 publishers 
 Louisville, Kentucky 
 
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 Copyright, 1922 
 By CLARENCE ADAM WHITE 
 
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 Crismus' Comin, Honeij 
 
 GRISMUS' comin,' honey, 
 slay bells gwine ring, 
 Sandy Claws is packin' up 
 
 de things he's gwine bring. 
 He's be'n gittin' redy, 
 
 workin' all de time, 
 Makin' things fo* chillen 
 
 at'l make dey eyeballs shine, 
 Jumpin' jacks an' waggins, 
 
 dolls an' arry planes, 
 Candy an' bernaners, 
 
 nuts an' ev'y thing. 
 
 
 
 
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iw^E'S gwine hav' a possum, 
 Vly sweet taters on de side, 
 Mammy's gwine cook it, 
 
 wif its mouf op'n wide, 
 Cranberry souce an' dressin', 
 
 Lawd! an' punkin' pi\ 
 Sho' glad Crismus' comin' 
 
 onct mo' afo' I di\ 
 Piccaninny's wishin' 
 
 Sandy Claws will bring 
 Motah ca's an' rifles, 
 
 nives an' railroad trains. 
 

 V |-^AWD! I'm glad I'm livin' 
 \ \ when Crismus' time am ni\ 
 It's sho' fun gittin' redy 
 
 when sno' flakes 'gin to fly. 
 Piccaninny chattah, 
 
 ta'kin' lak wile geese, 
 Stockin's all a hangin' 
 
 on the mantel piece. 
 An' ev'y body's happy, 
 
 I jes' wanter sing, 
 Crismus' comin', honey, 
 
 heah dem slay bells ring? 
 
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 Dat Hanted Hous' on 
 Pcmnders Crick 
 
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 OAT hanted hous' on Pounders Crick 
 jes' made my heaht stan' stil\ 
 It kinder cotched me sudden 
 as ahi come down de hill. 
 Ahi heahs dem chains a draggin* 
 
 an' den ahi 'gin ter pant, 
 De doah it bust rite open, 
 
 an' out wa'ks Mistuh Hant. 
 
 

 XT made a bee line fo' me, 
 my hat riz on my haid, 
 Ahi 'gin to shake an' shiver, 
 my feet dey feel lak led. 
 Yo' think a hoss a runnah, 
 
 man! yo' nevah seed no speed, 
 Yo' orter seed dis niggah 
 lope out an' take de lead. 
 
 
BHI made de road in nothin\ 
 made a fox look lak a snail, 
 De sight ahi seed 'hind me, would 
 
 make a houn' dawg lev' de trail 
 Dat hant sho' was a runnah, 
 
 he wus now fo' a fac. 
 He mite abeat me ago in \ but 
 ahi lost him comin' back. 
 

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 Tke Howlin' Houir DawA 
 
 iw^HEN de ole houn' dawg's a howlin\ 
 VEx Wid' his nose up in de aihr, 
 Bad luck sho' am a prowlin\ 
 
 It's pretty clos' some whar\ 
 Then yo'd bettah snap yo' fingers 
 
 An' back yo'se'f crost de flo\ 
 Clim' backwards out de winder. 
 
 An* don' go rii de doah. 
 
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aES' as sho' as judgement's comin\ 
 An' while evah body slept. 
 Some niggah laid an onion 
 
 Rite on yo* front doah step. 
 An' sprinkled salt roun' it 
 An' on yo' cast a spell, 
 That's gwine bring yo' trouble, 
 Sho' they's watah in de well. 
 
 
BN' they's jes' one way to bust it, 
 Yo' gotta keep the doah shet tight, 
 Clim' out de winder backward, 
 Sneak roun' without a light, 
 Coax de houn' off with a ham bone. 
 
 Tease him til' yo' make him growl, 
 Dat's de way to bust de hoo doo 
 
 When de houn' dawg 'gins to howl. 
 
 

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 iw^HEN de moon am kinder hidin 
 VXy an' slips behin' a cloud. 
 An' de whip-o-will's a callin\ 
 
 jes' a singin' hisse'f proud, 
 When things is gittin' quiet like, 
 
 man! it's jes' my time 
 To crawl 'long de fence row 
 
 to dat wattah mellon vine. 
 
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OAT ole famah be'n arearin' an' 
 acussin' fit to bust, 
 De nex* one dat he ketches 
 he's gwine bite de dust, 
 Gwine fiU'em full of buck-shot, 
 
 de fust one dat he catch 
 A carrin' off de profit, 
 
 fum his wattah mellon patch. 
 
©UT man! ahi knows my bisnes\ 
 de best time to commence, 
 Is when he ain't a lookin\ 
 
 ahi 'gin to clim' de fence. 
 Ahi sneak a jusy mellon, an' 
 
 den ahi take my time 
 When de moon am kinder hidin' 
 roun' de wattah mellon vine. 
 

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IW5SS 
 
 Dat Ferginia Lullabij 
 
 ^^^HEY'S a drowsy piccaninny 
 ^^^ that's a carrin' on a heap, 
 Jes' a fussin' an' a fumin' 
 
 'cause he's gotta go to sleep. 
 Tain't long befo' he's noddin' 
 
 an' he shets his lil' eye 
 When his Mammy 'gins a hummin 
 
 dat Ferginia Lullaby. 
 
 
 
 
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 QE sho' wus frettin' awful, 
 when she took him in her lap, 
 But when she sta'ted humminY 
 
 yo' cou'd see his eyelids drap, 
 'cause dey ain't no sweeter music 
 
 no place 'neath de ski 
 Dan to heah yo' Mammy hummin' 
 dat Ferginia Lullaby. 
 

 BN' when de chillens sleepy, 
 an' it's time to go to bed 
 An' they's crost an' cranky wid it 
 aa thei' eyes jes' feel lak lead 
 An' yo' Mammy 'gins to hum it 
 
 they ain't no use to try 
 To stay awake an' lis'n, 
 to dat Ferginia Lullaby. 
 
 
 
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