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| When the corn's all cut and the bright stalks shine | 16 | |
| When to sweet music my lady is dancing | 175 | |
| When winter covering all the ground | 275 | |
| When you and I were young, the days | 24 | |
| Who dat knockin' at de do'? | 184 | |
| Who say my hea't ain't true to you? | 133 | |
| Whose little lady is you, chile | 198 | |
| Whut dat you whisperin' keepin' f'om me? | 136 | |
| Whut time 'd dat clock strike? | 254 | |
| Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile | 153 | |
| Why fades a dream? | 77 | |
| Why was it that the thunder voice of Fate | 221 | |
| Will I have some mo' dat pie? | 203 | |
| Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low | 191 | |
| Wintah, summah, snow er shine | 178 | |
| Wintah time hit comin' | 241 | |
| With sombre mien, the evening gray | 123 | |
| With what thou gavest me, O Master | 276 | |
| Within a London garret high | 96 | |
| Woman's sho' a cur'ous critter, an' dey ain't no doubtin' dat | 170 | |
| Yes, my ha't 's ez ha'd ez stone | 62 | |
| Yesterday I held your hand | 257 | |
| You ask why I am sad to-day | 220 | |
| You bid me hold my peace | 286 | |
| You kin talk about yer anthems | 53 | |
| You'll be wonderin' whut's de reason | 131 | |
| Your presence like a benison to me | 266 | |
| Your spoken words are roses fine and sweet | 270 | |
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