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GOING ROUND THE HORN. |
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Oh, how could she leave her house and land ?
Oh, how could she leave her baby ? Oh, how could she leave her own wedded hand,
To run off with the Gypsy Davy ?
Elopements now, etc.
Last night she lay in a dear feather bed,
And in her arms her baby; To-night she'll lay on the cold, cold ground,
In the arms of the Gypsy Davy!
Elopements now, etc.
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GOING ROUND THE HORN. Sung by Aechy Hughes.
Such.a going round the Horn, and catching of a cold, And a-sitting on the bench with the white folks;
Such a going to Californy, and digging out the gold, Where the niggers get as much as the white folks!
Chorus.
To the land, to the land, to the land, to the land, Oh ho, oh bo! Then meet me in four year—I never shall forget— For T am off for Californy, right away!
Such a pulling out the snags out the Mississippi River— Oh, golly, 'twas enough to make a nigger shiver! With the Natchez bluff so high, shoal water was so thin, There wasn't hardly room for a colored man to swim.
To the land, eta
Oh, get down to New Orleans!—I look all around,
Lsee my lovely Sally, and fall on the ground;
She ax me, "What's the matter?" and I told all the tale—
I was off to Californy the day the vessel sailed.
To the land, etc. |
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