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Christy's plantation melodies. 61
The Old Jawbone.
The jawbone hung in the kitchen ball, The sea-bass shone on the white-wash wall; There was old Jim Brown loved fun and was gay? He kicked up the deuce on a holiday. Old Jim he saw, with a father's pride, His beautiful child, Sam Johnson's bride; While she, with her bright eyes, seemed to be The new moon for that company. '
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, oh, the old jawbone.
"I've eat all the sea-bass," now she cried', " So stop for a minute, I'll hide, I'll hide! And, Johnson, make sure you're the first to trace The clue to my secret hiding-place !"
She ran out of, the kitchen; the darkies, began To hunt all round, and find her if they can; And Johnson, he cried, " Where 'bout you hide ? I'm weary without you, my own black bride!"
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c. -.
They hunt her that night, they hunt her next day, They hunt her all round when a week pass'd away ; In the short, and the long, in the big hollow log, Young Johnson hunt wildly with aid of the dog; And years flew by, and his grief at last Was told as the coloured tale did pass, And when Johnson came in, the young darkies cried, " See the old one sobs for his long-lost bride."
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c.
At last an old log, long covered with brush, Was found in the swamp; the darkies did rush* And a tapering form lay mouldering there In the dark-coloured skin of the lovely fair
Oh, hard was her fate; like the sportive frog, She hid from her love in the hollow log, The brush was thrown over, and her coloured bloom
All faded away in the old log tomb.
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c. 6