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MR. PER COON. |
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For he is old and tough, And cannot pat enough. See how his eyes do shine At dis remark ob mine! Wid de Susies and de Sails He's de favorite ob de gals. '
Den look up, etc.
Dere's Massa Hawkins' Jim,
He's most too tall and slim;
But when he cuts a swell,
He does it mighty well;
He parley vous de French %
To ebery colored wench;
He can't fool Mister Tawk
Wid ole Yirginny talk.
Den look up, etc.
Now, ladies, do not grieb • Bekase we are goin' to leab ! "Dere's good fish in de sea," Yes, just as good as we. Den throw your hook and line For better luck next time: If you should kotch a sprat, You'd better freeze to dat.
Den look up, etc.
Dere's goin' to be a ball At Cowbellagenian Hall; Oh, how de mokes will bound To de banjo's mighty sound! I'll be dere on de spot, Wid wing and tftrkey trot; De scented sweet perfume Shall 'luminate de room 1
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, etc. |
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