The History of Donald and His Dog (Glasgow)/Old Dan Tucker

by Anonymous

OLD DAN TUCKER.

 

I cum to town de oder night,
I heard a noise and seed a sight
De folks were all running roun,
Crying ole Dan Tucker's come to town.
Den get out ob de way,
Get out ob de way,
Get out ob de way ole Dan Tucker,
You're too late to come to supper.

We are de boys from ole Virginni,
And take de shine from Paganinni,
Wid our ole banjo and jaw-bone,
Ve drive all oder music home.
He war one ob de real ole stock,
And wid his head could split a hose block.
For de wool dat he shave off his head
Would make a bery good feather bed;
White folk treat de nigger well
Il dey do not cut too great a swell,
And talk about amalgamation,
Disgustin'ting to ebery nation,

An Indian hoosier came to town.
He swalled a molasses hogshead down.
The loops flew off and de hogshead bust
A n'he went up in a thunder gust.

Tucker was a nice ole man,
He used to ride on a steam engine;
One night he laid across de track,
An de locomotive came and broke his back.

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