At Kentuck last night a party met Dey say dem goin to hab a treat From de old town dere come de great and small To hab a dance at de Nigger Ball. 
Chorus: And dere was sich a gitting upstairs, And playing on de fiddle. Sich a gitting upstairs, I never did see. 
Massa Brown him come in him Mackintosh, With his hair all frizzle like a bumpkin squash; Him smoke cigar ob de best Havan, Wid a watch as big as a frying pan. 
Missa Tongue was dress���d in her Sunday clothes, But where her get ���em nobody knows; Den dere was Miss Dina Sweet, Coming Taglioni at de corner of de street. 
A watchman was sent to keep the peace, And dragged the party before de police; And in the morning how dey stare, To see demsleves before de Mayor. 
Missa Sambo Bumm was de fust dey call, De Mayor look���d so it did her appal, Dat twice she fainted quite away, And on de ground de poor girl lay. 
De Lord Mayor cried, is dat de rig? Him pull off him hat and throw away him wig; Which made de parties all declare, Dat ���em neber again go before the Lord Mayor. 
Den away dey went to their homes straightaway. And den dere was de devil to pay; Miss Sambo Bumm did herself disgrace, She fought and tore poor Massa Brown���s face. 
De ladies all did scratch and tear, Dere clothes you must know all had a share; De watchman came in de poor girl to throttle, But she broke his head wid a blacking bottle. 
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