American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 High Daddie
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10
The sun's gone down to take a little sleep,
The moon's come out to take another peep;
Then wake up, boys, for master's gone to bed,
We'll have a spree if we haven't got a red.
Then, darkie, never die, black face and china eye,
Go down to the barnyard, boys, the owl's on the roos';
High Daddie won't come nigh, he's choked on chicken pie,
'Tis all " O. K.," I say, and right upon the goose.
I know'd a darkie, and his name it was Joe.
I know it was, for he once told me so;
He used to hoe and dig up all the land,
Hut now he says that work is contraband.-Chorus.
He drank skimmed milk from morn 'till night,
Somebody said that it would make him white;
But let him drink until he gets his fill,
He's always bound to be a darkie still.-Chorus.
His color will stick, but that's not a sin,
To wash it off you're compelled to rub it in;
For darkie will be darkie, as I have said before,
To the end of the world, and for two days more!-Chorus.
The black man is a very curious thing.
His jay-bird heel can shuffle, cut and wing;
But till him up with gin and lay him in the shade,
He'll work verv well, especially if he's made!-Chorus.