And the weaver got tangled in his yarn;
And the devil clapped his claw on the little tailor,
With the broadcloth under his arm, arm,
With the broadcloth under his arm.
There were many others, but I do not remember them well enough to write them out. Barbara Allen was a great favorite, but with that all are familiar.
Occasionally, as a great treat, Mammy would unbend sufficiently to let us have some of the little negroes from the quarters come down to the house and sing for us, and while we loved Mammy’s old-fashioned ditties best, we were always vastly entertained by such coon songs as
Snake baked a hoe-cake,
An’ set the frawg to mind it.
Lizard come an’ stole it,
An’ frawg, he couldn’t find it!