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When work am done, sar, den home we run, sar, For fear dis debil might be uncibil! We all shake so, sar, from top to toe, sar, Oh, we fear he'll come wid horns and tail — wid horns an' tail!
From ole Virginny each piccaninny, wid very long
face on, wid prespiration, Dar wool am dripping, as home dar skipping— Afraid to poke dar noses in de dark, sar. I'll go bail, 'Tis some old cow, sar, or big bow-wow, sar! It arn't de debil, for he's below — For Ginger seen him, anr dat we know! Yes, dat I'll swear!
Oh, dear! oh, dear me! I tink he's near me, Whene'er,de dog bark, an' 'tis at all dark! Our teeth dey chatter wid such a clatter, Dat you'd tink five pair of castanets was being
play'd! Wid nose on ground, sar, a snuffing round, sar, Our ole dog Towler begins to howl, sar; • 'Tis den wid fright, sar, we all turn white, sar, You'd tink each darkey in his shroud had just been
laid! Oh, dear me ! dafs him, I know! Oh, gracious, he's coming now!
Fi - Hi - Hi !
THE BLACK SHAKER'S SONG.
The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond &. Co., New York.
Bress dat lubly yaller gal
De white folks call Miss Dinah;
Oh! pity me, ye Shakers all,
And tell me where I'll find her;