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SAUCY SAM. |
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Saying, "I must have exemption, you see that I'm lame;" But the keen provost-marshal is up to his game,
And says, "Wait till you get it," etc.
A fellow at policy goes it quite strong, In hopes a big hit will some time come along; Spends all his spare change, till he cleans himself out, 'Cause the man with the slips says, " You'll hit 'em, no doubt—
Only wait till you get it,
Wait till you get it;
And if you don't get it, Wait till you do!" |
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SAUCY SAM. Sung by J. T. Boycb.
I am saucy Sam, a Southern nig, as you can plainly see— I was born among de sugar-cane, 'way down in Tennessee; My master used to wallop me, so I cut my stick and ran; De soldiers dey cotch hold ob me and make me contraband.
Chorus.
Oh, yes, white folks, just listen unto me— I'se de sauciest little nigger ever lived in Tennessee.
If I was de President, I'd take a bold position— I'd play de very deuce wid dat nigger abolition; I'd make Secession hold its jaw, and 'mancipation too, And I'd make 'em cry out " Union!" as Washington used to do.
Oh, yes, white folks, etc.
I don't like to see folks in de Norf cut such foolish figures, And get our country in dis fuss all about de niggers; I don't like abolitionists, to please a foolish whim, Shove poor white folks out of work, and nut do niggers in.
Oh, yes, white folks, etc. |
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