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THE BLACK CURB. 6?
NEXT ELECTION-DAY. Sung by Archy Hughes.
New, colored folks and citizens, I pray you listen unto me; 'And, darkey musicians, just keep your strings in tune; , For my true-love has gone from me, De policeman did get hold of she— Dey've sent her up to Sing Sing, for takinf silver spoons.
Chorus. So, darkeys all,- and citizens, listen to me while I sing— I'm goin' to run for alderman ou next election-day.
Oh, her brother's name is Weller, And he's a clever feller, • He used to sell umbrellas on the wet and rainy days; But he travelled round with Horace, And dat clever man Judge Morris He sent him on'de island, to try and mend his ways.
S.o, darkeys all, etc.
But when my love is free again,
"We'll habo a jollification— So, darkeys, I'll invite you all, and Bones you come too;
And when my troubles nil are o'er,
I'm goin' to keep a candy-store— I'll wrap myself in de American flag, a-hoop-de-dooden-doo.
So, darkeys all, etc. |
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THE BLACK CUBE. Sung by Akchy Hughes.
Oh, have you all heard tell of the c%re ? It benefits the rich and the poor; And when they come from work in the shop, They, go to this cure with a hip-er-ty-hop! |
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