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Buck-eye Rabbit
Not related to the fiddle tunes: Big Eyed Rabbit
Traditional Old-Time, Play Party Song- Alabama, Mississippi
ARTIST: FOLK SONGS OF ALABAMA p. 120, Byron Arnold (University of Alabama Press, 1950). Reprinted in Alan Lomax's THE FOLK SONGS OF NORTH AMERICA, #266, p. 504.
Listen: Old Uncle Rabbit- Collected Lomax
CATEGORY: Fiddle and Instrumental Tunes
DATE: Early 1900’s.
RECORDING INFO: "Old Uncle Rabbit" sung by Catherine and Kristine Shipp (Alabama- Mississippi) recorded by Alan Lomax from Library of Congress Collection: Afro-American Blues and Game Songs.
OTHER NAMES: Buck-Eye Jim, Brown Eyed Rabbit, Buck-Eyed Rabbit
SOURCES: FOLK SONGS OF ALABAMA p. 120, Byron Arnold (University of Alabama Press, 1950). Reprinted in Alan Lomax's THE FOLK SONGS OF NORTH AMERICA, #266, p. 504; Kuntz, Fiddler's Companion, http://www.ceolas.org/tunes/fc).
NOTES: This African-American version is not related to Tommy Jarrell or Samantha Bumgardner's fast fiddle version. This version was published in Byron Arnold's 1950 book Folk Songs Of Alabama shows, some connection with "Buck-Eye Jim;" "Limber Jim."
Originally I included it here because of the title. It's similar to "Old Uncle Rabbit" sung by Catherine and Kristine Shipp (Alabama- Mississippi) recorded by Alan Lomax from Library of Congress Collection: Afro-American Blues and Game Songs.
Old Uncle Rabbit-Catherine and Kristine Shipp
Listen: Old Uncle Rabbit- Collected Lomax
If I live (shoo-dare, shoo-dare),
To see next fall (shoo-dare, shoo-dare),
I ain't gonna raise, (shoo-dare, shoo-dare),
No Cabbage at all. (shoo-dare, shoo-dare),
BIG EYED RABBIT- Byron Arnold's "Folk Songs Of Alabama"
I wanted sugah very much,
I went to Sugah Town
I climbed up in that sugah tree.
An' I shook that sugah down.
CHORUS: Buck-eye rabbit, Shoo! Shoo!
Buck-eye rabbit, Shoo-dah!
Buck-eye rabbit, Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!
Buck-eye rabbit, Shoo-dah!
I went down to my sweetheart's house,
I ain't been dah befo'
She fed me out of an old hog trough,
And I don't go dah no mo'!
Way down yonder on Cedar Creek,
Where all them gals grow 'bout 'leven feet,
Jump in the bed but it ain't no use,
Feets stick out like a chicken roost.
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