SONGS.
JIM CROW.
I came from ole Kentucky,
A long time ago,
Where I first larned to wheel about,
And jump Jim Crow.
Wheel about, and turn about, and do jis so,
Ebry time I wheel about, I jump Jim Crow.
I us’d to take him fiddle,
Ebry morn and afternoon,
And charm de ole buzzard,
And dance to de racoon.
Wheel about, &c.
I landed fust at Liverpool,
Dat place of ships and docks,
I strutted down Lord Street,
And ask’d de price of stocks.
Wheel about, &c.
I paid my fare den up to town,
On de coach to cut a dash
De axle-tree soon gave way,
And spilt us wid a smash.
Wheel about, &c.
I lighted den upon my head,
All in de nassy dirt,
Dey all thought that I was dead,
But I laughed and was’nt hurt.
Wheel about, &c.
Dis head you know am pretty tick,
Cause dere it makes a hole,
On de dam macadamis road,
Much bigger dan a bowl.
Wheel about, &c.
When I got into Lunnon,
Dey took me for a savage,
But I war pretty well behaved,
So I ’gaged wid Massa Davidge.
Wheel about, &c.
Dem young Jim Crows ’bout de streets,
More like a raven rader,
Pray good people don’t mistake,
.Indeed I’m not dare fader.
Wheel about, &c.
Dem urchin’s dat sing my song,
Had better mind dar books,
For any how dey can’ be Crows,
You see d’are only Rooks.
Wheel about, &c.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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