Uncle Remus, His Songs and His Sayings

1. A PLANTATION CHANT

     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-fo',
     Christ done open dat He'v'mly do'—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer;
     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-five,
     Christ done made dat dead man alive—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.
     You ax me ter run home,
     Little childun—
     Run home, dat sun done roll—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.

     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-six,
     Christ is got us a place done fix—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer;
     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-sev'm
     Christ done sot a table in Hev'm
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.
     You ax me ter run home,
     Little childun—
     Run home, dat sun done roll—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.

     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-eight,
     Christ done make dat crooked way straight—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer;
     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-nine,
     Christ done tu'n dat water inter wine—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.
     You ax me ter run home,
     Little childun—
     Run home, dat sun done roll—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.

     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-ten,
     Christ is de mo'ner's onliest fr'en'—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer;
     Hit's eighteen hunder'd forty-en-lev'm,
     Christ 'll be at de do' w'en we all git ter Hev'm—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.
     You ax me ter run home,
     Little childun—
     Run home, dat sun done roll—
     An' I don't wanter stay yer no longer.

     *1 If these are adaptations from songs the negroes have caught
        from the whites, their origin is very remote. I have

        highest degree characteristic.