Commence you Darkies all.

Commence you Darkies all.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.White folks, I am goin’ to singA song dat am quite new,Ob myself an’ banjo-string,An’ you, an’ you, an’ you!Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say,Our strings will keep in tune,Just listen to de banjo playFor de white folks ’round de room!CHORUS.Den commence you darkies all,As loud as you can bawl!Commence you darkies all, to-night.Touch light de banjo-string,An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone,Oh, merrily sound de tamborine,An’ make de fiddle hum;An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad;De way dem bones will shake,Am a caution to all living niggs,An’ a deff to rattlesnakes.Den commence, &c.“Oh, for a piano or guitar!”I hear a fair one cry;But when I hear dese instruments,I tink I’d like to die.I tink I’d like to die, I does,I could lay me down to rest,For music hab such ’lodious soundsTo soothe dis darkey’s breast.Den commence, &c.When I go to promenade,I look so fine an’ gay,I hab to take de dogs alongTe keep de gals away;My busom am so full ob lub,Dis darkey can not rest,So I’ll bid you all good-by, at last,An’ trabble to de West.Den commence, &c.

Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond, & Co., 547 Broadway, owners of the copyright.

White folks, I am goin’ to singA song dat am quite new,Ob myself an’ banjo-string,An’ you, an’ you, an’ you!Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say,Our strings will keep in tune,Just listen to de banjo playFor de white folks ’round de room!CHORUS.Den commence you darkies all,As loud as you can bawl!Commence you darkies all, to-night.Touch light de banjo-string,An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone,Oh, merrily sound de tamborine,An’ make de fiddle hum;An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad;De way dem bones will shake,Am a caution to all living niggs,An’ a deff to rattlesnakes.Den commence, &c.“Oh, for a piano or guitar!”I hear a fair one cry;But when I hear dese instruments,I tink I’d like to die.I tink I’d like to die, I does,I could lay me down to rest,For music hab such ’lodious soundsTo soothe dis darkey’s breast.Den commence, &c.When I go to promenade,I look so fine an’ gay,I hab to take de dogs alongTe keep de gals away;My busom am so full ob lub,Dis darkey can not rest,So I’ll bid you all good-by, at last,An’ trabble to de West.Den commence, &c.

White folks, I am goin’ to singA song dat am quite new,Ob myself an’ banjo-string,An’ you, an’ you, an’ you!Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say,Our strings will keep in tune,Just listen to de banjo playFor de white folks ’round de room!CHORUS.Den commence you darkies all,As loud as you can bawl!Commence you darkies all, to-night.Touch light de banjo-string,An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone,Oh, merrily sound de tamborine,An’ make de fiddle hum;An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad;De way dem bones will shake,Am a caution to all living niggs,An’ a deff to rattlesnakes.Den commence, &c.“Oh, for a piano or guitar!”I hear a fair one cry;But when I hear dese instruments,I tink I’d like to die.I tink I’d like to die, I does,I could lay me down to rest,For music hab such ’lodious soundsTo soothe dis darkey’s breast.Den commence, &c.When I go to promenade,I look so fine an’ gay,I hab to take de dogs alongTe keep de gals away;My busom am so full ob lub,Dis darkey can not rest,So I’ll bid you all good-by, at last,An’ trabble to de West.Den commence, &c.

White folks, I am goin’ to singA song dat am quite new,Ob myself an’ banjo-string,An’ you, an’ you, an’ you!Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say,Our strings will keep in tune,Just listen to de banjo playFor de white folks ’round de room!

White folks, I am goin’ to sing

A song dat am quite new,

Ob myself an’ banjo-string,

An’ you, an’ you, an’ you!

Oh, Sam, don’t laugh, I say,

Our strings will keep in tune,

Just listen to de banjo play

For de white folks ’round de room!

CHORUS.

Den commence you darkies all,As loud as you can bawl!Commence you darkies all, to-night.

Den commence you darkies all,

As loud as you can bawl!

Commence you darkies all, to-night.

Touch light de banjo-string,An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone,Oh, merrily sound de tamborine,An’ make de fiddle hum;An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad;De way dem bones will shake,Am a caution to all living niggs,An’ a deff to rattlesnakes.Den commence, &c.

Touch light de banjo-string,

An’ rattle de ole jaw-bone,

Oh, merrily sound de tamborine,

An’ make de fiddle hum;

An’ make de fiddle hum, old dad;

De way dem bones will shake,

Am a caution to all living niggs,

An’ a deff to rattlesnakes.

Den commence, &c.

“Oh, for a piano or guitar!”I hear a fair one cry;But when I hear dese instruments,I tink I’d like to die.I tink I’d like to die, I does,I could lay me down to rest,For music hab such ’lodious soundsTo soothe dis darkey’s breast.Den commence, &c.

“Oh, for a piano or guitar!”

I hear a fair one cry;

But when I hear dese instruments,

I tink I’d like to die.

I tink I’d like to die, I does,

I could lay me down to rest,

For music hab such ’lodious sounds

To soothe dis darkey’s breast.

Den commence, &c.

When I go to promenade,I look so fine an’ gay,I hab to take de dogs alongTe keep de gals away;My busom am so full ob lub,Dis darkey can not rest,So I’ll bid you all good-by, at last,An’ trabble to de West.Den commence, &c.

When I go to promenade,

I look so fine an’ gay,

I hab to take de dogs along

Te keep de gals away;

My busom am so full ob lub,

Dis darkey can not rest,

So I’ll bid you all good-by, at last,

An’ trabble to de West.

Den commence, &c.

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