Arabella Jones, Will You Accept My Hand - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
ARABELLA JONES, WILL YOU ACCEPT MY HAND? 
Copyright, 1897, by Wm. B. Gray & Co.. Words and Music by Williams & Perrin. 
There's a lovely little lady, who is just a trifle shady. When I think of her it drives away the blues; I have gained the admiration of all of her relations, And I'm pretty sure I'll be the coon she choose. I am loaded with devotion, and I've got a mighty notion Just to ask Miss Jones if she would like to wed; Now I'm gwine to write a letter, as there's nothing I know better, And I'm sure she'll love me after she has read: 
Chorus. Arabella Jones, will you accept my hand? To me you are the sweetest little girl I know; Goodness! how I love you, honey, you can handle all my money, If you'll let me be your steady beau. Arabella Jones, will you accept my hand? I'll dress you up in silks and satins, rich and grand, Honey! try some way to use me, don't for goodness sake refuse me, Arabella Jones, will you accept my hand? 
I'm a little out of humor, 'cause of late there was a rumor That some yaller coon is sparking on the sly; Now I hate to start a fracas. I fear the fact will make us Fight each other till one of us has to die. Now I hear this coon's a fighter, and between us, he's the brighter, But his hair is just a trifle better'n mine; And if Arabella's willing, there will be a nigger killing, For in my letter these words I'se gwine to sign:-Chor.