High Daddie - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HIGH DADDIE. 
The sun's gone down to take a little sleep, The moon's come out to take another peep; Then wake up, boys, for master's gone to bed, We'll have a spree if we haven't got a red. 
Chorus. Then, darkie, never die, black face and china eye, Go down to the barnyard, boys, the owl's on the roos'; High Daddie won't come nigh, he's choked on chicken pie, 'Tis all " O. K.," I say, and right upon the goose. 
I know'd a darkie, and his name it was Joe. I know it was, for he once told me so; He used to hoe and dig up all the land, Hut now he says that work is contraband.-Chorus. 
He drank skimmed milk from morn 'till night, Somebody said that it would make him white; But let him drink until he gets his fill, He's always bound to be a darkie still.-Chorus. 
His color will stick, but that's not a sin, To wash it off you're compelled to rub it in; For darkie will be darkie, as I have said before, To the end of the world, and for two days more!-Chorus. 
The black man is a very curious thing. His jay-bird heel can shuffle, cut and wing; But till him up with gin and lay him in the shade, He'll work verv well, especially if he's made!-Chorus.