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| I's boun' to see my gal to-night | 142 | |
| I's feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night | 202 | |
| It is as if a silver chord | 216 | |
| It may be misery not to sing at all | 225 | |
| It was Chrismus Eve, I mind hit fu' a mighty gloomy day | 137 | |
| It's all a farce,—these tales they tell | 56 | |
| It's hot to-day. The bees is buzzin' | 279 | |
| It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' | 195 | |
| I've a humble little motto | 46 | |
| I've always been a faithful man | 267 | |
| I've been list'nin' to them lawyers | 22 | |
| I've been watchin' of 'em, parson | 39 | |
| I've journeyed 'roun' consid'able, a-seein' men an' things | 147 | |
| Jes' lak toddy wahns you thoo' | 148 | |
| Just whistle a bit, if the day be dark | 98 | |
| Key and bar, key and bar | 201 | |
| Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one! | 277 | |
| Know you, winds that blow your course | 40 | |
| Lay me down beneaf de willers in de grass | 142 | |
| Lead gently, Lord, and slow | 98 | |
| Let me close the eyes of my soul | 261 | |
| Let those who will stride on their barren roads | 214 | |
| 'Lias! 'Lias! Bless de Lawd! | 190 | |
| Like sea-washed sand upon the shore | 202 | |
| Like the blush upon the rose | 282 | |
| Little brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes | 134 | |
| Little brown face full of smiles | 267 | |
| Little lady at de do' | 177 | |
| Long had I grieved at what I deemed abuse | 106 | |
| Long since, in sore distress, I heard one pray | 123 | |
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