I'se Gwine To 'joy Myself - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I'SE GWINE TO 'JOY MYSELF. Tune-"Push Dem Clouds Away." Written by Harry C. Burns and Sung by Emma Dougherty. 
I'se as happy as a cherub, an' de folks is all away, So I'se gwine to 'joy myself; I'se as happy as a lambkin, playin' all the day, So I'se gwine to 'joy myself. Now wot's de use ob libin' if you can't hab fun-Oh, I'se gwine to 'joy myself; A-whoopin' an' a-singin' till my work is done, Dat is how I 'joys myself. 
Chorus. Oh, yes, fo' shah, I'se gwine to 'joy myself, Wid a-hoopin' an' a-singin' an' a-dancin' an' a-flingin', Dat is how I 'joys myself. 
It am nearly time fo' heben, so I'se got to hurry up I'se a-gwine to 'joy myself; 'Stead ob scratchin' an' scramblin' to git in on top, I'se a-gwine to 'joy myself: 'Stead ob watchin' an' a-lookin' fo' de angel wings, I'se a-gwine to 'joy myself; No, I can't help laffin, I see such funny things, So I'se gwine to 'joy myself.- Chorus. 
If all de angels come in chariots ob fire, I'se a-gwine to 'joy myself; Or eben little debbils wid a red-hot wire, I'se a-gwine to 'joy myself. Dar's no use ob foolin' down here below, So I'se gwine to 'joy myself; I'se got a little angel for a beau, And I'se gwine to joy myself.- Chorus.