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Negro Poems, Melodies
THE CAKE WALK
Just see them darkies walking Just watch the steps they take,
For the darkies all are walking And walking for that cake.
The feathers on them ladies Was something fine and grand,
And every colored gentlemen Had a flower in his hand.
Such strutting and such perking No peacock bird could make,
Like them happy darkies
When walking for that cake.
What cared they for dem tight shoes?
What if their corns did ache? They am just too happy
Walking for that cake.
And Rastus scraped the riddle And Rastus called the turns,
And the way that fiddle whistled He sure his money earns.
All hands on the carpet,
Every one go in pairs, Step lively round the corners
And look out for dem chairs.