Yo' Must Respect Dis Coon - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
YO' MUST RESPECT DIS COON. Copyright, 1898, by Orphean Music Pub. Co. 
Words and Music by E Nattes. 
Last night I went to Johnson's Hall, De colored folks dey gave a ball; Ob course I took man baby Sue, An' I regret I did it, too. A big, swell coon, from Tarrytown, He stared at her an' hung aroun'; So all mah blood jumped to mah head, I cleared mah throat an' loudly said: 
Chorus. Don't yo' be hangin' 'roun' dis lady, Can't yo' see, man, dat she's mah baby? Dar'll be trouble soon, I bet you! If I have fo' to call yo' down, To' won't go back to Tarrytown; Yo' must respect dis coon! 
De music played a new cake walk, And dat big coon began to talk; He said he'd dance it wif mah Sue, But 'course dat bone I did not chew. walked wif her right up an' down, An' neber heard anoder soun'; He took his hat an' cane an' fled, Fo' he remembered dat I said:-Chorus. 
At one o'clock I left de spot, An' dat's de time de soup was hot; Aroun' de corner layed dat nig, He had a razor 'bout so big, But all de same I knocked him down, Jest like a broom he swept de groun'; He swore he'd kill me yet some day. But dis I said and walked away:- Chorus.