Dora Dean - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DORA DEAN. Copyright, 186, by Broder A Schlam. Words And Music by Bert A. Williams. 
'Way down in Lou'siana, dat's where ole Sister Hannah Bakes the craklin' bread upon the coals: With her daughter Dora Dean, who is my dearest queen. Oh! I tell you, boys, she is a lump of gold. She goes to church on Sunday, you'll find her home on Monday, Helping all the folks the house to clean: Their home it looks so neat, you'll find it hard to beat, The way it's kept by Dora Dean. 
Chorus. Oh! have you ever seen my Dora Dean, She's the hottest thing you ever seen, I'm gwine to make this gal my Dora queen-Next Sunday morn' I'm gwine to marry sweet Dora Dean. 
While down with Sister Holley, we all did feel so jolly, Each one tried to cut a pigeon wing; When up jump'd Dora Dean, who said, "I am the queen; I can beat you in a dance for anything." That just suited ole Aunt Dinah, who sung a tune in minor, Thinking that she could the music make; So we started in to test, to see who was the best. And Dora walked off with the cake.-Chorus.