Gal from the South.My Massa had a color’d gal—He brought her from the South,Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth,Her eyes they were so very small,They both ran into one,And when a fly lit in her eye,’Twas like a June-bug in the sun.CHORUS.Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,The gal from the South;Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth.Her nose, it was so very long,It turn’d up like a squash,And when she got her dander up,She made me laugh, by gosh!Old Massa had no hooks or nailsOr nothing else like that,So on this darkie’s nose he usedTo hang his coat and hat.Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.One morning Massa going away,He went to get his coat,But neither hat nor coat was there,For she had swallow’d both.He took her to a tailor shop,To have her mouth made small,The lady took in one long breath,And swallow’d tailor and all!Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
My Massa had a color’d gal—He brought her from the South,Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth,Her eyes they were so very small,They both ran into one,And when a fly lit in her eye,’Twas like a June-bug in the sun.CHORUS.Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,The gal from the South;Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth.Her nose, it was so very long,It turn’d up like a squash,And when she got her dander up,She made me laugh, by gosh!Old Massa had no hooks or nailsOr nothing else like that,So on this darkie’s nose he usedTo hang his coat and hat.Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.One morning Massa going away,He went to get his coat,But neither hat nor coat was there,For she had swallow’d both.He took her to a tailor shop,To have her mouth made small,The lady took in one long breath,And swallow’d tailor and all!Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
My Massa had a color’d gal—He brought her from the South,Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth,Her eyes they were so very small,They both ran into one,And when a fly lit in her eye,’Twas like a June-bug in the sun.CHORUS.Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,The gal from the South;Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth.Her nose, it was so very long,It turn’d up like a squash,And when she got her dander up,She made me laugh, by gosh!Old Massa had no hooks or nailsOr nothing else like that,So on this darkie’s nose he usedTo hang his coat and hat.Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.One morning Massa going away,He went to get his coat,But neither hat nor coat was there,For she had swallow’d both.He took her to a tailor shop,To have her mouth made small,The lady took in one long breath,And swallow’d tailor and all!Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
My Massa had a color’d gal—He brought her from the South,Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth,Her eyes they were so very small,They both ran into one,And when a fly lit in her eye,’Twas like a June-bug in the sun.
My Massa had a color’d gal—
He brought her from the South,
Her hair it curl’d so very tight,
She could not shut her mouth,
Her eyes they were so very small,
They both ran into one,
And when a fly lit in her eye,
’Twas like a June-bug in the sun.
CHORUS.
Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,The gal from the South;Her hair it curl’d so very tight,She could not shut her mouth.
Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah,
The gal from the South;
Her hair it curl’d so very tight,
She could not shut her mouth.
Her nose, it was so very long,It turn’d up like a squash,And when she got her dander up,She made me laugh, by gosh!Old Massa had no hooks or nailsOr nothing else like that,So on this darkie’s nose he usedTo hang his coat and hat.
Her nose, it was so very long,
It turn’d up like a squash,
And when she got her dander up,
She made me laugh, by gosh!
Old Massa had no hooks or nails
Or nothing else like that,
So on this darkie’s nose he used
To hang his coat and hat.
Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
One morning Massa going away,He went to get his coat,But neither hat nor coat was there,For she had swallow’d both.He took her to a tailor shop,To have her mouth made small,The lady took in one long breath,And swallow’d tailor and all!
One morning Massa going away,
He went to get his coat,
But neither hat nor coat was there,
For she had swallow’d both.
He took her to a tailor shop,
To have her mouth made small,
The lady took in one long breath,
And swallow’d tailor and all!
Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.