DE NIGGA'S TEAR. DE poor ole nigga turn'd Aim tank'd de oberseer, Den, from him sunken-sable-cheek, Him wiped away de tear. Decrepit, &c. Him den kneel❜d on de grave Dey forced him, wid a smile, To rest, he lean'd upon him hoe, And wiped away de tear! Me tink me see de spot, In life me saw him last, Him said, &c. Unconscious ob him 'proaching fate, In years! him went outcast, Go search, &c. NIGGA'S DESCRIPTION OF SHAK. SPEARE. MACBETH. AIR.-Lucy Long. OH! if 'twere done when 'tis done, Which I have not, but see still But list not to its song, For, Duncan, you'll be summoned. HAMLET. AIR.-Jim Crow. On! 'tis consummation Devoutly to be wished To end your heart-ache by a sleep, Shuffle off your mortal coil, Do just so, Wheel about, and turn about, wwww Oh! I've seen the guilty creatures That struck so to the soul, they did Show 'em that the play's the thing, SUSY BROWN. I ONCE did court a yaller gal, Den tune up dat ole fiddle, An let de banjo sound Susy went to a ball one night, She wore her alligator shoes, Den tune up, &c. My Susy she is handsome, Den tune up, de OH! I should like to marry, But like de mudder ob wenus, In beauty must compare. Den tune up de fiddle, Arter marriage wee'l go in business, And you can sweep de chimblums, At night can sell hot corn, I can renovate de coats lub, Den tune up, &c. DEAREST MAY. Он niggers come and listen, a story I'll relate, It happened in a valley in de ole Carolina State; It was down in de meadow I used to make de hay, I always work de harder when I think on you dear May. Oh dearest May your lovelier dan de day, Your eyes so bright they shine at night, When de moon am gone away. My massa gibe me holliday I wish he'd give me more, I thanked him very kindly as I shoved my boat from shore, And down de ribber paddled with a heart as light and free To the cottage of my lovely May, 1 longed so much to see. Oh dearest May, &c. |