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De next ting dey done,
For to make de color runr Dey began to rub me wid sand-paper;
Oh, dey nearly killed me dead,
But dey only made me red— I tell you I cut up an awful caper!
Den dey whitewashed me so slick, , /But de lime it wouldn't stick— I golly, I was just as black as ever!
Den dey got a lot of hay,
And dey rubbed and scrubbed away— Oh, dey kept at it all dat night;
An,d den dey found, next day,
Dat de job it wouldn't pay, 'Kase dey neber could wash de nigger white.
When I found dat dey was tired,
Says I, " Gemmen, list to me, And you will find out dat I am right, man;
De nigger will be nigger
Till de day ob jubilee, For he neber was intended for a white man.
Den just skedaddle home—
Leave de colored man alone, For you're only makin' trouble in de nation:
You may fight, and you may muss, .
You may make a iieap of fuss, But you neber will make tings right
Until you all agree
For to let de nigger be, For you'll neber, neber, neber wash him white.'
LOUY NAP. Sung by Lew Brimmeb.
Louy Nap is trying.
'Way down in Mexico, To build another empire up,
But Uncle Sam says, "No!",