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MR. PER COON. 21 |
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But now the panic's over,
You can see each skedaddling rover
Eeturning day by day,
And creeping to their homes.
Now, white folks, etc. |
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ME. PER- COON.
(As performed, with unbounded applause, by Hooleys Minstrels.)
Oohe, darkeys, ebery one, Dat lubs a little fun—
Chorus—For ole Mr. Per Coon's waitin' down at de brimstone corner;
Let's go in wid good will, Ole Fader Time to kill—
Chorus—For de gals couldn't wait for de same ole Coon till arternoon.
De gals am on de green, Wid bib and tucker clean—
Chorus—For ole Mr. Per Coon's waitin' down at de brimstone corner.
A han'kerchief so red Tied on deir woolly head—
Chorus—For de gals couldn't wait for de same ole Coon till ar^ernoon.
Den look up in de tree,
De jay-bird's on de limb; His eye shine like a June-bug—
He wink at me, I wink at him; And when he sings dis song,
It makes his gizzard wink; Oh, say, Mister Per Coon,
What'll you take to drink ?
Ole Clem must come along, To pat de Juba-song; |
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