| PAGE | ||
| Uncle John, he makes me tired | 73 | |
| Underneath the autumn sky | 256 | |
| Villain shows his indiscretion | 42 | |
| Want to trade me, do you, mistah? Oh, well, now, I reckon not | 189 | |
| We is gathahed hyeah, my brothahs | 13 | |
| We wear the mask that grins and lies | 71 | |
| W'en daih's chillun in de house | 199 | |
| W'en de clouds is hangin' heavy in de sky | 176 | |
| W'en de colo'ed ban' comes ma'chin' down de street | 178 | |
| W'en de evenin' shadders | 185 | |
| W'en de snow's a-fallin' | 188 | |
| W'en I git up in de mo'nin' an' de clouds is big an' black | 172 | |
| W'en us fellers stomp around, makin' lots o' noise | 264 | |
| W'en you full o' worry | 250 | |
| What are the things that make life bright? | 238 | |
| What dreams we have and how they fly | 166 | |
| What if the wind do howl without | 75 | |
| What says the wind to the waving trees? | 68 | |
| What's the use o' folks a-frownin' | 249 | |
| When all is done, and my last word is said | 113 | |
| When August days are hot an' dry | 130 | |
| When de fiddle gits to singin' out a ol' Vahginny reel | 138 | |
| When first of wise old Johnson taught | 129 | |
| When I come in f'm de co'n-fiel' aftah wo'kin' ha'd all day | 155 | |
| When I was young I longed for Love | 98 | |
| When labor is light and the morning is fair | 70 | |
| When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes | 175 | |
| When storms arise | 66 | |
| When summer time has come, and all | 280 | |
| When the bees are humming in the honeysuckle vine | 215 | |
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