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Her hair is like de shining silk,
She's big and round as rorus,
She lives upon good mush and milk,
And morus multicorus.

Oh, now she's gone, &c.

Oh, since she's gone and left me,
My heart is filled wid sorrow,
I'll find some oder yaller gal,
And marry her to morrow.

Oh, now she's gone, &c

VIRGINIA'S LUBLY GROUND. ON old Virginia's lovely ground,

Many an hour 1 lazed away; In listening to de Banjo's sound,

Dat come from de hut across de way Sweating I leaned on my old hoe,

And gazed upon de cornfields fair; Wondering why dey would not grow,

Widout dis darkies hoe was dar, Oh ho oh ho ho on old Virginia's &c.

Oh how delightful 'tis to stand,

Where silky tops and corn leaves meet Looking at de new hoe'd land,

As it crumbles at our feet.
To watch young Dinah as she trips,
Her feet along de sparkling green;

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And chased by Sam away she clips,
De prettiest gals I eber seen.

Oh oh, &c.

To hear de sound ob de banjo sigh,
As dis old darkey am going to sleep;
While de pale moon am berry high,

And through de rafters it does peep.
And dat old hut whar Dinah dwells,

I see it now as here I stand;
While dat old banjo's music swells,
And makes me bless Virginia's land.
Oh ho, &c.

BLACK EYED SUSYANNA.

Oн l'se been to the east, I'se been to the

west,

I'se been to Louisiana,

But of all the gals that I love best,
Is black eyed Susyanna.

Oh she is black,—dats a fact,
Oh she is black,-dats a fact,
My black eyed Susyanna.

Oh I'se been to the east, I'se been to the

west,

I'se been to Louisiana,

But of all the gals that I love best,
Is black eyed Susyanna.

OI wrote a letter to my love,
When I was in Alabama,
And ebery line dat I did write,
Was black eyed Susyanna..

I took them both to church one night,
My Susey and Jemima,
But the only one that took the shine.
Was black eyed Susyanna.

A LIFE BY THE GALLEY FIRE.
A LIFE by de galley fire,

Where de coppers am boiling wild,
Who would not dis life admire,
Exactly suits dis child;
When into de galley I set,

De good segars I smokes,
Dar's many a kulored gal,

In lub wid dis old cook.

A life by de galley fire,

Where de coppers am boiling wild Who would not dis life admire, Exactly suits dis child;

It suits, it suits, it suits, it suits,
Exactly suits dis child.

When in de caboose I go,

De turkeys and gobblers look, For den dey all know,

Full well dat I am de slaughter cook

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De turkeys look,
De gobblers wink dar eye,
For den dey know full well,
Dat one of de flock must die.
A life by de galley fire, &c

As through de streets I strut,
Like a fish widout a fin,
O, give me de ole caboose,
Where I can lay back and grin ;
And when de captain's done,
De basket I controls,

An de vittles I serve out,
To de poor and hungry souls.

A life by de galley fire,

Where de coppers am boiling wild,
Who would not dis life admire,
Exactly suits dis child.

It suits, it suits, it suits, it suits,
Exactly suits dis child

DE NIGGA GAL'S DREAM; OR, I LOVED COON STILL DE SAME.

I dreamed dat I libed in hotel halls,
Wid silvery pans at my side,

And ob all de buck niggas dat sarved in dem walls,

Dat I was de pet an' de pride.

I'd wittals ob all kinds, boiled an' roast,
An' dishes too many to name,
An' I also dreamed what charmed me most,
Dat I lobed Coon still de same.

I dreamed dat buck-niggas did sought my hand,

Each night I set on dar knee,

An' wid busses dat no poor wench could stand,

Dey Spouted dar hearts to me.

I dreamed dat one nigga hug me more close,

Brought sassage and oder roast game, But I also dreamed what charmed me

most,

Dat I lobed Coon still de same.
But I also dreamed, &c.

GOOD LOOKING CUFF.
AIR.-Dundy Jim of Caroline.

DAR' dandy nigger in each place,
Wid beef-steak lips that wink wid grace;
But none among de gals can shine,

Like good looking Cuff dres't so fine,
All color❜d virgins, tell me, oh,
I'se de best lookin' nigger in de country, ob
I look'd in de glass an' found it so,
Just as the virgins tell me,

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