On de bank ob de ribber where de trees dey hang so low, When de coon among de branches play, and de mink he keeps below, Oh dere is de spot, and May she look so sweet Her eyes dey sparkle like de stars and her lips am red as beet. Oh dearest May, &c. Beneath de shady old oak tree I sot for many an hour, As happy as de buzzard bird dat sports among de flowers, But dearest May I left her, and she cried when both we parted, I give her a long and farewell kiss, and back to massa started. Oh dearest May, &c. DE OLE VIRGINNY STATE. Он, we come from de mountains, Ob ole Virginny State, We're a band ob darkies, From de heel unto de pate, With a band ob music, Repeat. Now go singin through each state. We hab leff our darkey parents, In ole Virginny State, Dey bid us good bye, Repeat And we bid dem good bye-er; We am true colored singers, We make de ole arth ring, sirs, We hab ten oder brothers, An' we've sisters one and toder, Repeat Wid one fader and one moder In ole Virginny State. Wid all ob us togedder, We're a smashen woolley tribe, Yes, while de air am ringin, An dar seberal names we'll sing. Cudjoe, Banjo, Pompey, Cæsar, And now we touch de banjo, We're all real darkies, Our hair an lips am curled, THE JOLLY RAFTSMAN. AIR.-Come on come with me. On dis nigga war raised in Ole Wurginny, CHORUS. My raft is on de shore, an O! she light and free, To be a jolly raftsman is just the life for me, An as I pole along, our song shall be, darlin Dinah 1 love but thee. Oh Oh leave your mammy my deary lub, So good bye we bid to Ole Wurginny, My raft is on de shore, &c. GET UP IN DE MORNING. I TOOK de banjo down to play, She was up rader late a making pies. When she went to bed she couldn't shut her eyes. Get up in de morning, get up in de morning, Get up in de morning, before de broke Sambo and Sal went a fishing one day, Sal trowed de line and gub it a dip, Get up in de morning, &c. I kotched de flounder. Sal kotched de shad, Wasn't ole Sal riptaring mad She said mine was a porgy, hern was a whale, She beat me about de head wid de ole shad's tail. Get up in de morning, &c. We fished all night before de broke ob day, Den rode home on de load ob hay, Sall 'gin to sing, and I 'gin to play, Get up in de morning before de broke ob day.. Get up in de morning, &c. THE OLD PEE DEE. IN Souf Carolina whar I was born I neber seen de like since I was born, Four or five miles from de ole Pee Dee, Dey take me out on tater hill, An dey make me dance against my will, An dey make me dance on sharp toed stones, While de oder nigga's laughs and groans, Ring de hoop, &c. In Souf Carolina de nigga's grow, Ring de hoop, &c. Down on de bank I spied a ship, I jumped aboard to cross de brink, Lord, how it make dis nigga's gizzard wink. Ring de hoop, &c. |