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I lighted den upon my head,
All in de nassy dirt,
Dey all thought that I was dead,
But I laughed and was’nt hurt.
Wheel about, &c.
Dis head you know am pretty tick,
Cause dere it makes a hole,
On de dam macadamis road,
Much bigger dan a bowl.
Wheel about, &c.
When I got into Lunnon,
Dey took me for a savage,
But I war pretty well behaved,
So I ’gaged wid Massa Davidge.
Wheel about, &c.
Dem young Jim Crows ’bout de streets,
More like a raven rader,
Pray good people don’t mistake,
.Indeed I’m not dare fader.
Wheel about, &c.
Dem urchin’s dat sing my song,
Had better mind dar books,
For any how dey can’ be Crows,
You see d’are only Rooks.
Wheel about, &c.
HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER.
Awa wi’ your witchcraft o’ beauty’s alarms,
