Uncle Gabriel.Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quarWen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.CHORUS.Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
Copied by permission ofFirth, Pond & Co., 547 Broadway, N. Y., publishers of the music.
I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quarWen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.CHORUS.Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quarWen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.CHORUS.Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quarWen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.
I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,
Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;
I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quar
Wen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.
CHORUS.
Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?
Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;
Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;
What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?
I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.
I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;
I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;
At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,
And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.
De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;
I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;
I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;
He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.
De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.
Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,
Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,
And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.