A water snake set too one day,
Long wid a nine eyed lampara,
Dey bit till all dar flesh was gone,

And dey pick dar teeth wid dar own jaw bone.

Ring de hoop, &c.

WAY DOWN SOUTH IN THE
ALABAMA.

WAY down South in the Alabama,
Twar dar I left my ole aunt Hannah,
Ole Miss Squankum she war dare,
She wanted a lock ob dis child's hair.
Way down South in de Alabama,
Ou, ah! ou, ah !

Way down South in de Alabama,
Ou, ah! faddle um de day.

Before I left we danced two reels,

De holler ob her foot war back ob her heels,

I played on de banjo till dey all begin to sweat,

Knocked on de jaw bone, an bust de

claronet.

Way down South, &c.

Vinegar shoes and paper stockings,
Set to me Miss Polly Hopkins,

My Misses dead, an' I'm a widder,
All de way from Ravin riber.

Way down South, &c.

Dandy Jim an ole Pete dare,

Two best men in human natur,

De puttiest ting in all creation,

Is a little yaller gal in de wild goose

nation.

Way down South, &c.

Blow away ye gentle breezes,
All among de cimmon treeses,

Dare I'll set long wid de muses,
Mendin' my ole boots and shoeses.
Way down South, &c.

JIM CRACK CORN! I DON'T CARE

F you

should go in summer time,
To Souf Carolina sultra clime,
And in de shade you chance to lie,
You'll soon find but dat blue tail fly.

Jim crack corn 1 don't care!
Jim crack corn! I don't care.

For massa me gave away.

When I was young I used to wait,
On massa's table and hand de plate,
I'd pass the bottle when he dry,
An brush away de blue tail fly.

Jim crack, &c.

When ole massa take his sleep,
He bid dis nigga sight to keep,
And when he gows to shut his eye,
He tell me watch dat blue tail fly.

Jim crack, &c.

Ole massa ride in arternoon,

I follow arter wid a hickory broom,
De pony he is bery shy,

Kase he bitten by de blue tail fly.

Jim crack, &c.

De pony run dar jump an pitch,
He trowed ole massa in the ditch,
He died an de Jury all did cry,
Dat de verdict was de blue tail fly.

Jim crack, &c.

Ole massa's dead now let him rest,
Dey say all tings am for de best,
1 nebber shall forget till the day I die,
Ole massa and de blue tail fly.

Jim crack, &c

O WHAR IS DE SPOT DAT WE WAS BORN ON?

1st voice. O whar is de spot dat we was born on ?

2d voice. Whar is de spot dat we was born on?

1st voice. Whar, O Whar, is de spot we

was born on ?

Full Chorus. Way down in de Carolina State.

EVERY VOICE.

When we go back dar to hoe de corn,
We lib in de house whar we was born;
Sing to massa night and morn,
Kase old massa's very great.
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet,
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet,
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet,
Way down in de Carolina State.

1st voice. O dar libs farder, dar libs mudder 2d voice. Dar libs sister, dar libs brudder; 1st voice. Kase old massa he hab no other. Full Chorus. To hoe de corn in Carolina State.

EVERY VOICE.

De nigga lubs home dar if massa don't cross him,

De cane brake grow and de corn stalk
blossom;

Whar de coon and de little fat possum,
Massa hunt's till de moon shine's late,
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet him,
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet him,
By'-and-bye we'll go home to meet him,
Way down in de Carolina State.

1st voice. We used to hab de fun on de old

plantation,

2d voice. We used to hab de fun on de old plantation,

1s: voice. We used to hab de fun on de old

plantation,

All. Way down in de Carolina State.

EVERY VOICE.

We dance and sing when de days worl
ober,

Live like de coons in de fields ob clover,
Sing to massa kase hee's sober,
And hee's very rich and great.
By'-an-bye we'll go home to meet him,
By'-an-bye we'll go home to meet him,
By'-an-bye we'll go home to meet him,
Way down in de Carolina State.

THE NEW ROADS OF ALABAMA.

OH! I lub a handsome gal,

Her name is Suseanna;
And she has trabbled all around

The roads of Alabama.

CHORUS.

Will you come will you come?
Now come dear Suseanna,
And trabble all around with me,
On the roads of Alabama.