The Colored Band - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE COLORED BAND. Copyright, 1881, by J. W. Pepper. 
I hear de music playing. As I came down de street, Reminds me of a colored band Dat used to play so sweet; Ev'ry member was a coon, And pop'lar airs dey played; You ought to bear de music At a dance or on a p'rade. 
Chorus. Turn, turn, turn, de cornet went, Played by Jimmie Riddle: Zome, zome, zome, de ole trombone, Johnson played de fiddle: Tute, tute. tute, de clari'net. Played by Jones' wife. 
Music on the fife. When de band begins to play Den de people march away; Hear de foolish wenches say: Watch den coons, give dem room, Ain't got long to stay. 
Jones' wife am tall and black. And seven feet she stands-. She wants to be de leader Of dat awful colored band; She plays de drum and cymbals, Most beautiful to see; Her eyes was red, and de wig on her head Was built in forty-three.-Chorus. 
One evening in de Summer Dey went out to serenade; Dey'roused de folks for miles around Wid discords dat dey made; De police came to stop de row, Dey thought dere was a fight; Dat colored band marched band in hand To de station-house dat night.-Chorus.