The Barbers' Barbecue - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE BARBERS' BARBECUE. Copyright, 1895, by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by Joe Flynn. 
Sim Dimpsey am a barber, a saffron-co'ered coon. He's gwine to run for Congress, and de 'lection's mighty soon; So de barbers' aid society done go make up dheir minds To have a dandy barbecue, of de good old ginger kind; Dar'll be some roasted chickens, lots of ham din's sweet and fine; To keep your eye-balls rolling, watermelons off de vine; Oh! Sally, sling your garments on, git in de push, now do; Don't lose no time, but fall in line, for de barbers' barbecue. 
Chorus. Den come and jine de celebration, Put on your stylish mantle, too; De train am waitin' at de station, Hear dem shoutin', "All aboard," for de barbers' barbecue. 
Sim Dimpsey does de speech in' and brings along de band; De members will have razors lyin' handy to dheir hands; Just in case de wenches squabble, dey'll be ready for to flash; And every time dey glisten, den some coon will cut a gash; De wet goods will be plenty, but you must'nt get too full; For de old Kentucky liquor don't agree wid nigger wool; Oh, glory, Hannah, shake your hoof, shove up de line now do; Don't charge no pay, come, git away to de barbers' barbecue.-Chorus. 
Den come and jine de meetin', just place your arm in mine; Bring all de pickaninnies, promise you a happy time; Oh, Mandy, bring your honey boy, and hurry quickly do; Don't miss de sage and onions at de barbers' barbecue; Den git a move on, chillin, come and shake your bones and dust; Bring on your appetite And eat and drink until you bust; Oh, Lindy, smack your liver lips; don't wait to tie your shoe; Come fill your face wid possum at de barbers' barbecue. - Chorus.