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ROOT, HOG, OR DIE |
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ROOT, HOG, OR DIE.
I'm ri-ght from ole Virginny, wid my pocko full ob news I'm worth twenty shillings, right square in my shoes; It doesn't make a dif of bitterence to neider you nor I Big pig or little pig—Root, hog, or diof
Chorus. I'm chief cook and bottlo-washer,
Cap'n ob de waiters ; I stand upon my head
When I peel de apple- umplino!
I'se de happiest darkey on de top ob de earth; I get fast as a 'possum in de time ob de dearth; Like a pig in a 'tater-patch, dar let me lie, 'Way down in ole Virginny, what* it's Root, hog, or die
I'm chief cook, etc.
De New York dandies dey look so very grand— Ole clothes hand me down, gloves upon de hand High-heel-boots, mustaches round de eye, A perfect sick family ob Root, hog, or die I
I'm chief cook, etc.
Be New York gals dey do beat dem all; Dey wear high-heel shoes for to make demselfs tall j If dey don't hab dem, de Lor' how dey'll cryl De boys hab got to get dem, or else Root, hog, or die X
I'm chief cook, etc.
De Shanghie coats dey're gettin' all de go— Whar de boys get dem, \ really don't know; But dey're bound to get dem, if ley don't hang too high, Or else dey make de tailors run, Root, hog, or die I
I'm chief cook, etc |
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"I stand upon the soil of freedom," cried a stump orator. "No," exclaimed his shoemaker, "you stand in a pair of boots that have never been naid for!" |
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