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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Hain't seen ol' Joe since way last fall, Say he's been sold down to Guines Hall.
Great long line and little short pole, I'm on my way to the crawfish hole.
Oh, it makes dem ladies love me so
Wen I come round a-pickin' Cotton-Eyed Joe*
HoP my fiddle an' hoi' my bow, Whilst I knock ol' Cotton-Eyed Joe.
Oh, law, ladies, pity my case, For Ise got a jawbone in my face.
O Lawd, O Lawd, come pity my case, For I'm gettin' old an' wrinkled in de face.