An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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JEM CROW'S COURTSHIP.
Although you but a Buckra gal,
Him lub you ever true;
And if dat you will marry him,
Why him will marry you!
And if that you will marry him,
Your fortune it shall be,
To have a kiss whene'er hoo choose,
Wid sugar in your tea!
Him lub you ever true;
And if dat you will marry him,
Why him will marry you!
And if that you will marry him,
Your fortune it shall be,
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Wid sugar in your tea!
CHORUS.
Buckra missy, toute suite—ha, ha!Negro kissy, one, two—eomme ca!
Him like Othelly tell you,
All de tiresome arternoon,
How him climb up de gum tree.
And catchee sly racoon.
How him follow de Oppossom,
Pull him tail until him stare—
Like him werry clebber nigger,
While him massa whip de bear!
All de tiresome arternoon,
How him climb up de gum tree.
And catchee sly racoon.
How him follow de Oppossom,
Pull him tail until him stare—
Like him werry clebber nigger,
While him massa whip de bear!
Buckra missy, &c.
Him play de fiddle to you,
All upon de middle string—
Teach you all de arts and sciences,
Till you know ebbry ting.
Him dress you wid fine fedders,
And make you quite a show—
And ebbery one dat see you,
Say ‘Dere go Missee Crow!’
All upon de middle string—
Teach you all de arts and sciences,
Till you know ebbry ting.
Him dress you wid fine fedders,
And make you quite a show—
And ebbery one dat see you,
Say ‘Dere go Missee Crow!’
Buckra missy, &c.
You shall make him bowl of rumbo,
As him dance de Jonkanoo—
And you shall drink um one glass,
While him am drinking two.
Ebery morning first ting,
Why him will ‘Jump Jim Crow!’
And ebery night de last ting,
With you him parley vous.
As him dance de Jonkanoo—
And you shall drink um one glass,
While him am drinking two.
Ebery morning first ting,
Why him will ‘Jump Jim Crow!’
And ebery night de last ting,
With you him parley vous.
Buckra missy, &c.
Him hab de piccaninni
To sit upon him knee,
As yellow as de guinea,
Where dem would princes be.
Him cock him eye through quizzing-glass,
And be such great big beau,
Dat ebbery gal as see him pass,
Will jump at him Jim Crow!
To sit upon him knee,
As yellow as de guinea,
Where dem would princes be.
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And be such great big beau,
Dat ebbery gal as see him pass,
Will jump at him Jim Crow!
Buckra missy, &c.
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