Oh now I come afore you, To sing a little song And play de tum tum Bongo, Bout luby Lucy Long, Oh! none’s so fair as Lucy. Dat sweet Lucy Long, Oh none’s so fair as Lucy, Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long. 
Miss Lucy’s berry saucy, Whene’er I talk ob lub -You’d tink her eyes were comets -Dey’re as big as a washing tub So lubly as dat Lucy --Miss Lucy Miss Lucy Long. 
Her face, all black sad shiny, Is smooth as de skins ob soles; Her figure is so charming, Just like a great sack ob coals. Ob none’s so fair as Lucy, Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long. 
When last she went a dancing She trod de floor as light Dat all de Niggers jump up And run off in a fright. Oh! sweet enchanting Lucy, Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long. 
And when dat we are married, As sure as she was born, If she turn out a wixen, I’ll trade her away for corn, And nebber again see Lucy, Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long. 
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