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IN THE LOUISIANA LOWLANDS.
Key of C.
Way down in Louisiana, not many years ago,
There lived a colored gentleman, his name was Pompey Snow;
He played upon de banjo, and on de tamborine,
And for rattling de bones he was the greatest ever seen
In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands, lowlands,
In the Louisiana lowlands, low.
Chorus.—In the Louisiana lowlands, etc.
One night ole Pompey started off to play for Caesar Clum, But, afore he went, he fortified with a good stout glass of rum; When on the road he thought he saw a darkey tall and grim. So Pompey laid de banjo down to break de darkies shin, In the Louisiana lowlands, etc.
Says he, "Old chap, just move along, or else I '11 spoil your face;" But dis darkey didn't seem to move from out his hiding place; So, drawing back, he crooked his head, and down at him, cachunk; But Pompey made a sad mistake, for 't was nothing but a stump. In the Louisiana lowlands.- etc.
The stump it proved a little hard, too hard for Pompey's wool. For, when he struck, the hickory knot went thro' the darkey's skull. Tiiev found ins banjo by his side, and Pompey lying dead,
Spoken—(And. my friends, tliis is the first time on record tliat it teas ez'er known of a darkey coming to his death.) Sung—By de breaking of his head. Spokex—(And then they buried him.) Sung: Chorus—In the Louisiana lowlands, etc. |
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