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POPULAR SONGS. 73
At this colored fancy ball; Now the music softly sounds,
Now dark eyes are glancing, Ghassez across, and promenade,
Oh the joys of dancing ! Now is the time to whisper soft things,
Sighs as if you'd expire, And swear by that little brack boy dat has wings,
And say dat your heart am on fire.
Oh what enchanting, &c
Observe that lubly Jenne with a luxriant head
of wool, I know more about her than you know, Yes more dan by a jug full, Look at her toe and heel it, as she balances to
de crowd, And that coloured gent seems to feel it, For no gobbler was ever more proud, See he offers a glass of ice cream,
With a new silver spoon stuck in it, But no, I surely must dream,
For by golly its gone in a minnit, For she knows that ice cream is no sham,
Cause she make it herself every day, And that colored beau totes it round, For I seed him last night in Broadway.
See dat nigga dare in the blue satin vest, With his heels sticken out a feet sir, Cutting such capers, and doing such things, That charms every gal that he meets sir.