1. Dar was an old nigg dat got hit wid a brick. Oh! Billy Patterson He wasn’t knocked down kaze his head too thick. Don’t ye tell me. Don’t ye tell me. De first word he said when he was come to: Oh! Billy Patterson "Oh, don’t hit agin for dat will do!" Don’t ye tell me. Don’t ye tell me. 

CHORUS: Bill Patterson rode by. "Old Bill, your horse will die." "He dies, I’ll tan his skin. He lives, I’ll ride agin!" I’ll gib ten dollars down an leab dem in my will If anyone can show de man dat ebber struck old Bill. 

2. I eat up de goose dat raised de quill Dat wrote de question: "Who struck Bill?" I worked at the kiln whar de brick was burnt, But who throwed de brick was nebber learnt. 

3. I knows ob a chap dat’s up to de fun. He knows who struck Bill Patterson; But, take my word, he will nebber tell Unless somebody pays him well. 

4. Dar’s one ting sartin an plain for to see: ’Twas neider Sayres nor Morrisey. Day both told me, or I is a liar, ’Twas eider Heenan or old Tom Hyer. 

5. Money in de pocket shines so bright. Old Bill got stuck on Saturday night. De lighnin flash, he seen de seben stars. He tink he was struck wid de bullgine cars. 

6. If ebber you get to de Fiddler’s Green, A labeled niggar can be seen Wid a sign on his back dat weighs a ton: "I’m de darkie struck Bill Patterson!" 
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