I went one ebenin' to de ball,
Wid lips combed out an' wool quite tall;
De ladies' eyes like snow-balls shine,
On good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &c.
Dey squat-sied to me an' advance,
To foot it wid me in de dance,
Yet none could toe but Ginger Dine,
Wid good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &c.
An' when I cut de pigeon wing,
I fan de ceilin' wid my fling;
De ladies all fell in a swine,
For good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color'd virgins tell me, oh, &e.
De fiddler he so much admired,
Like "Ole Bull" he got ginspired,
An' ebry note he sawed in line,
Said good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &e.
An' when I started to go home,
De ladies sighed and tried to come,
But none could go but Lasses Dine,
Wid good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &
Den from my head each gal did pull
A lock ob my fine silken wool,
Dey plat it into letters dat shine
Ob good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh &e
Next to a concert I did go,
An' soon as I my figger show,
An' ebery singer change each line,
To good looking Auff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &c.
Oh, music it hab charms we know,
But beauty 'clipses all below,
For de people turn from strains like bulging
To good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color❜d virgins tell me, oh, &c.
Dey say dat beauty's but skin deep,
My skin's so thick 'twill always keep,
And till I die I'll live and shine
The good looking Cuff dres't so fine.
All color'd virgins tell me, oh, &c.
OH, CARRY ME BACK TO OLE
VIRGINNY.
ON, de floating scow ob ole Virginny,
I've worked from day to day,
Raking among de oyster beds,
To me it was but play;
An' my bones are getting sore,
Den carry me back to ole Virginny,
To ole Virginny shore.
Den carry me back to ole Virginny
To ole Virginny shore.
Oh, carry me back to ole Virginny,
To ole Virginny shore.
Oh, I wish dat I was young again,
Den, I'd lead a different life,
I'd save my money and buy a farm,
And take Dinah for my wife;
But now old age, he holds me tight,
And I cannot love any more,
Oh, carry me back to ole Virginny,
To Ole Virginny shore.
Den carry me back to old Virginny
To old Virginny shore;
Oh, carry me back to old Virginny,
To old Virginny shore.
When I am dead and gone to roost,
Lay de old tambo by my side,
Let de possum and coon to my funeral
For dey are my only pride;
Den in soft repose, I'll take my sleep
An' I'll dream for ever more,
Dat you're carrying me back
Virginny
To ole V. inny shore.
Den carry me back to ole Virginny,
To old Virginny shore;
Oh, carry me back to old Virginny
To old Virginny shore.
GIN OB OLE VIRGINNY.
AIR. Maggy Lauder.
Oн down in de tobacco state,
Dar is a color'd virgin,
Dat makes dis niggar's bosom beat,
Jis like a new kotch'd sturgeon:
Her grandad was a Prince ob part
Ob all de land ob Guinea,
An' she's de Princess ob my heart,
Sweet Jin ob ole Virginny.
Sing ra a tal a da da !—ra a tal a da da
Her eyes shine like a guinea,
Oh she's de Princess ob my heart;
Sweet Jin ob ole Virginny.
Her wool am soft as silk ob corn,
Her breath is sweet as possum,
An' when she ope's her eyes at morn,
Dar like a bacca blossom;
Her lips am like de piney flower,
Her teeth all white and grinny;
Shine like hot corn at dinner hour
Sweet Jin ob ole Virginny
Sing ra a tal a da da, &c.
I've seen all darkies Souf and North,
An' creoles fair and yaller,
An' Injin squaws as red as earth,
An' white gals clar as taller;
But white, or black, or brown, or red,
Or colors twice as many,
Dar's none runs in dis nigger's head,
Like Jin ob ole Virginny.
Sing ra tal a da da!-ra tal a da da!
I'd choose her 'fore all Guinea,
For she's de Princess ob dis heart.
Sweet Jin ob ole Virginny.
AIR.-De Boatman Dance.
OH! she doth make the torch burn bright, Her beauty hangs on the cheek of night, Like a rich jewel in a nigger's ear,
Too rich for use, and for earth too dear. Dance, Juliet, dance,
Dance, Juliet, dance;
Dance all night, and your balcony's height
I'll scale. my love, in the morning.
Oh! oh! and don't I know,
I'm in love with your oh! heigh-ho'
CHORUS.
Oh! oh! and don't we know
Your in love with your oh! heigh-ho
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