Ole Aunt Dinah, she got drunk. She fell in de fire, an’ she kicked up a chunk. Dem embers got in Aunt Dinah’s shoe, An’ dat black man* sho’ got up an’ flew. 
I likes Aunt Dinah mighty, mighty well, But dere’s jes’ one thing I hates an’ ’spize: She drinks mo’ whisky dan de bigges’ fool, Den she up an’ tell ten thousand lies. 
Yes, I won’t git drunk an’ kicky up a chunk. 
I won’t git drunk an’ kicky up a chunk. I won’t git drunk an’ kicky up a chunk, ’Way down on de ole Plank Road. 
Oh shoo my Love! My turkle dove. Oh shoo my Love! My turkle dove. Oh shoo my Love! My turkle dove. ’Way down on de ole Plank Road. 
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