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LOUY NAP. |
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De next ting dey done,
For to make de color runr Dey began to rub me wid sand-paper;
Oh, dey nearly killed me dead,
But dey only made me red— I tell you I cut up an awful caper!
Den dey whitewashed me so slick, , /But de lime it wouldn't stick— I golly, I was just as black as ever!
Den dey got a lot of hay,
And dey rubbed and scrubbed away— Oh, dey kept at it all dat night;
An,d den dey found, next day,
Dat de job it wouldn't pay, 'Kase dey neber could wash de nigger white.
When I found dat dey was tired,
Says I, " Gemmen, list to me, And you will find out dat I am right, man;
De nigger will be nigger
Till de day ob jubilee, For he neber was intended for a white man.
Den just skedaddle home—
Leave de colored man alone, For you're only makin' trouble in de nation:
You may fight, and you may muss, .
You may make a iieap of fuss, But you neber will make tings right
Until you all agree
For to let de nigger be, For you'll neber, neber, neber wash him white.' |
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LOUY NAP. Sung by Lew Brimmeb.
Louy Nap is trying.
'Way down in Mexico, To build another empire up,
But Uncle Sam says, "No!", |
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