The Montgomery advertiser., 1907-12-22
Christmas Night on
 The Old Plantation
Copyright by Martha Young.

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 Copyright by Martha Young.) An. the good old plantation life From dawn to dawn the fun is rife: But Christmas is the time to grow The ripest joys that hearts may know. At dawn the noise of drum and fife Wakes all the Quarter into life; The jolly call of "Chrfstmas Gift!" Makes every sleepy eye uplift. Then all day long the fun runs high. The neighbors come from far and nigh song s and 1.1 Tss: sss .se Tree A Day of all diverse delight. But. oh. the joy of Christmas Nightl The Great House is agiow with light From waxen candles tall and white. Red Holly berries sparkle there
 Ths Christmas Tree is decked with care, And there beneath the nist1etos
 lover lures his lass. and oh. But at the Quarter Is the place lTo find the iolliest, care-free face!
 There most quaint repast is spread. Plenteous and rich when all Is said; The darkeys gather for that "Feas' Ana then with laughter. dance and song They Saily pass de time aiong"-- ol pass around de 'taters. gals. and fry And hep yo'ss'f to 'possum fat. my dar- lin Julia Anni
 ol A nice dish CT coon-soup is des de To Clear away d. cob-webs and make q Den who do you belong to. and whar you which-er-way you gwine tor Knock nis- ger downi o, Hand me round the Trimbiin' Truck. de Doninicker Cake.
 And DO me out de Corn Fizz it take 2 year to makes A nice fry CT Frog Legs can make . nigser skip,
 And wink he other eye, and work he jaw. and smack and lick he lip.
 Den tell me who yo' Master is. and what de name you call?
 Nigger 50 to foolin round he apt to sit a fall!
 O Hsah's pot CT Biack-eyed- peas. and a 4 lot CT Marrer-Chne: 4 drink CT good Persimmon Beer is better dan de wine:
 So pass around de Coffee now. de Tea de mex. trip
 have or Dip?
 Den who do you belong to de Pat,sr-roi- w Ter ex: show me up yo' pass. my boys and gifne Here Young Pomp takes his banjo out Eliciting approving shout. Tightens and taps and strums a string Begins to pat his foot and sing:
 Oh. when God made de nigger He was so mons'us vile
 He natter set de White Man To watch him a while
 De nigger raise de corn-crop, Massa gib him nubbins: White Man restin' in the shade.
 Nigger live by grubbin's. So nigger he hang round de coop
 In the dark CT night Eff he pick chicken up N Folks call his fingers light! Aero the Quarter .Comp.ny'' comes From other humble cabin homes;
 When in the crowd appears Old Csss-- ''Yo' face ain't seed sence Christmas The greeting is. 'Hi. Pump," says he ''Gib dat ole banjo up to me-
 A noted Improvisor he-- Snatches the theme full lu-tily: Ole Massa on . Christmas Day Had Hog Kiliin'. too; He kiltsupon de wax de moon
 Dat meat 1t swell for true! He scraped the spare-rib to de rib.
 De backbone to de bone, Dar want enough grease left upon To shorten one irl pone. He call up all his nisgers den,
 Dey was so mons'us pol He gin 'em out dat bag CT bones
 So dey could eat onse mo- Den off to church him and Ole Miss
 Went on dat Christmas Day, You could a-heard Ole Massa sing
 Forty mile away. But when dat preacher speak de Wor Bout how God love de Pc. Ole Massa feel dem peel off bones
 Stick in him mo end mo. He h0Iiers ''On, my Wtfel My LorQI~
 Dem bones stick in my heart; | fear my 'ligion Is got down
 To des dat ney part?' He groan so loud. He moan 50 lorg,
 Folks say he mcns'us good; Twixt groans he hoiler: "Oh, my wife! Oh, eff I could I wouldr Ole Miss she says: Les us go home,
 And send some meat to fit Dat bag CT bones dat you gin out
 Hit be mo compensit!' Ole Massa got up from his knees.
 And got de happy laugh. He went and got middin' den
 And cut 1t right in half. And ever MiddIin' Side he had
 He cut for me and you, .t And give out to his niggers all,
 De bigges half CT two! Now Massa he's a happy man
 And totes happy heart;
 Sence he does give his niggers HOW
 De bigges' portion part! Loud the applause that greets this song: "Hr Oats de way to right-y-wrongl"
 Young Pomp though won't give honors ser,
 But in new fields he wins him more For his Cass strums the banjo strings Pomp leaps and Cuts -De-Pigeon- Wings, He shuffies some and Back-steps too, He "Gits-De-Gun" and Steps-To-Lu-
 He Solos in the "Blue-Bird-W Walk,
 And struts off in the "Buzzard- Stalk The dusky damsels clap and laugh,