I'm Gwine To Marry Missa Truscalina Brown - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I'M GWINE TO MARRY MISSA TRUSCALINA BROWN. Copyright, 1894, by The S. Bralnard's Sons Co. Words and Music by Jas. E. Sullivan. Arranged by Henry S. Sawyer. 
There's a happy time a-comin' in de sweet by an' by, Tell all de niggers not to tarry; There'll be lots o' ginger cake, wine an' punkin pie. As much as dey kin carry, For I'm gwine to marry Miss Truecalina Brown. Site's de envy oh de ladies; all de colored gals in town Am crazy on their faces, ev'ry one am got a frown. For I'm a-gwine to marry Missa Truscalina Brown. 
Refrain. Den ring dat golden bell, ring dat golden bell; Tell de colored population, tell de whole united nation, For to call de little children from de dell. Ring dat golden bell, ring dat golden bell; O, hallelujah, glory! put on my crown, For I'm gwine to marry Missa Truscalina Brown. 
There's a heap o' trouble wait in' for de big yaller coon Dat dates on his life to pull a razah; Ev'ry one's a gentleman, dat's on de invitation, For to bar out little Johnny Frazah. Den won't it be a great sight at de church o' Zion? In my dandy suit ob weddin' close I'll be de social lion, De coons wid envy turnin' white an' all de wenches sighin'. For ev'ry body at de bride to kiss her da'll be tryin'.-Refrain.