Digital Tradition Mirror

Uncle Ned

Uncle Ned


 His fingers were long
 As the cane in de brake,
 He had no eyes for to see;
 He had no teeth for to eat the corn cake,
 So he had to let the corn cake be.
 Refrain:

 When old Ned die
 Massa take it mighty hard,
 De tears run down like the rain;
 Old Missus turn pale, an' she get berry sad,
 Cayse she nebber see old Ned again.
 Refrain:


RG
APR99

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!