Some, like “Near the lake where drooped the willow,” passed into current airs and their source was forgotten; others were caricatured on the “minstrel” stage and their memory died away.
Du Bois describes how some slave songs were assimilated into popular culture with forgotten origins, while others were debased through minstrelsy.
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