DE NIGGA'S TEAR.

DE poor ole nigga turn'd
To take him last farewell,
Ob good young manumission-frens,
Him home-and dinner bell,
Decrepit-past all work,

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
Ob him poor wife and chile,
Den-from him place of birth,

Dey forced him, wid a smile,
Him said, dis poor old heart dey'll brake,
Dere's ONE me still REVERE!

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 him 'mong de WILDS—
Him poor old bones will 'pear,
Him once more rested on him spade,
And wiped away de tear.

Go search, &c.

NIGGA'S DESCRIPTION OF SHAK. SPEARE. MACBETH.

AIR.-Lucy Long.

OH! if 'twere done when 'tis done,
Though the deed's a little wrong,
'Twere well it were done quickly,
But the double trust is strong;
Oh! can this be a dagger
Attendant on my will,
A real Arkansas snagger,

Which I have not, but see still
I go, the bell invites me,

But list not to its song,

For, Duncan, you'll be summoned.
Either up or down ere long.
Then take your time, &,

HAMLET.

AIR.-Jim Crow.

On! 'tis consummation

Devoutly to be wished

To end your heart-ache by a sleep,
When likely to be dish'd.

Shuffle off your mortal coil,

Do just so,

Wheel about, and turn about,
And jump Jim Crow.

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Oh! I've seen the guilty creatures
A sitting at the play,

That struck so to the soul, they did
Their malefactions say.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
And do just so,

Show 'em that the play's the thing,
And jump Jim Crow.

SUSY BROWN.

I ONCE did court a yaller gal,
Her name was Susy Brown,
De white folks said my Susy,
War de Belle of Lyncburg town.

Den tune up dat ole fiddle,

An let de banjo sound
An I will sing dat good ole song
About my Susy Brown.

Susy went to a ball one night,
Along wid Sally Russle,

She wore her alligator shoes,
But den forgot her bussel.

Den tune up, &c.

My Susy she is handsome,
My Susy she is young,
I nebber seed a yaller gal,
Ar'd such a flattering tongue.

Den tune up, de

OH! I should like to marry,
Some colored gemman fine;
Yes, one dat play's de fiddle,
Would 'zactly suit my mind.
He must not be too common,
Or knotty in his hair;

But like de mudder ob wenus,

In beauty must compare.

Den tune up de fiddle,
And let de banjo sound,
Old Dan Tucker's married,
De beauty ob de town.

Arter marriage wee'l go in business,
As shure as you are born;

And you can sweep de chimblums,

At night can sell hot corn,

I can renovate de coats lub,
And help you in your task;
Fortune den smile on us,
For eber too de last.

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.