Climbing Up The Golden Stairs - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Climbing Up the Golden Stairs. Copyright, 1884, by F. Heiser. 
Come all you little niggers, Now watch your cues and figures, Climbing up the golden stairs-If they think you are a dude, They will treat you rather rude, When you're climbing up the golden stairs. 
Chorus. Then hear them bells a-ringing, 'Tis sweet, I do declare; Oh, hear them darkies singing, Climbing up the golden stairs. 
Old Peter looked so wicked When I asked him for a ticket, Climbing up the golden stairs; If I give him a half dollar, He will grab me by the collar And fire me up the golden stairs.-Chorus. 
Old Satan he's a dandy " He'll not feed you on mixed candy, When you're climbing up the golden stairs; Brimstone is good enough, No tobacco, beer or snuff, When you're climbing up the golden stairs.-Chorus. 
They'll lock you in a stable, Make you tight for Cain and Abel, Climbing up the golden stairs; Old Adam and his wife They will play the drum and fife, To greet you on the golden stairs.-Chorus. 
Go tell the Jersey Lily That the sights would knock her silly, Climbing up the golden stairs; And tell John L. Sullivan, He'll have to be a better man, If he wants to climb the golden stairs.-Chorus. 
Bob Ingersoll's respected, But I think he'll be rejected, Climbing up the golden stairs; Oh, won't he kick and yell When they fire him into-well, Climbing up the golden stairs.-Chorus.