Don't Fool, Dat Black Gal's Mine - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DON'T FOOL, DAT BLACK GAL'S MINE! Copyright, 1897. by T. H. Harms & Co. Words and music by Harry Macdonoagh. 
High-tone coon jus' arrived in town, Said his name was Persimmon Brown; He look'd sheep's eyes at the gal I like. Dat Zulu thought he would make a strike, Done hab heaps of fun; I went fo' him wid a great big gun; Oughter see him run! Wough! 
Chorus. 'Low no foolin' wid a gal of mine! Coons, remember, she ain't in yo' line; Fo' I'se de only one wid her can shine, To' nigger! yo' nigger! don't fool! dat black gal's mine! 
When dat coon found me on his track, Draw'd a razzer from down his back; I aimed dat gun an' he 'gin to squawk. Den out of town be done took a walk; "Honey," den said she, "To keep me safe, 'spose yer marry me!" We's enigaged, yo' see. Wough!- Chorus. 
Weddin' day am a-comin' soon, Done invite ev'er yaller coon; When Parson Jones be done make us one, I'll hab no use fo' to keep a gun; Happy all de day! Dem nigh-tone coons dey mus' keep away, An' no more I'll say, Wough!-Chorus.