We'll Raise De Roof To-Night.
Copyright, 1884, by Blair & Lydon.
Words by H. O. Wheeler. Music by J. W. Wheeler.
Come, niggers, grease yo' ankles and wenches bang yo' wool,
Ransack around, get on your duds, we aint got no time to fool
Take all de little Chilian and make a big carouse,
Dars gwine to be a warmin' at Cinthy Johnson's house.
Augustus quit dat foolin', don't stan dar in de middle,
But sasha dow a to Jupiter's and tole him fotch dat fiddle.
We'll shout dar, we'll sing dar, I'se tellin' you de troof
When we go down to de wannin' we're gwine to raise de roof.
Come along, oh, chillun, come along,
And while de moon am shining bright
We'll take de boat And down de ribber float.
And raise dat roof to-night.
Oh, 'sense me Miss Sebastian, yo' crimps am out ob gear.
Now shake yo'self Mose Washington, and shufful over here;
Dars possums on de table and chicken in de pot.
Wid cold bak'd coon a floatin' and hoe-cake smokin' hot.
We'll all go down togedder and cut de pigeon wing.
Den leap about and kick de ar and step de kunjo fling;
De tickets am ready wid Miss Celestial Cline,
Den all you brackest smokejacks go get into de line.-Chorus.
De essence an de juba in ole Virginny style.
While Uncle Rufe is puttin' he can watch de chicken bile;
We'll let de little chillun jump up and dance Jim Crow,
De quality will be dar, dey're all invited sho.
Den get yo' partners lively, be ready to skip out,
We'll all go down to 'freshments sho whoa Cinthy gibs de shout;
So hustle togedder And sassha to de right.
We'll go down to de warmin' And raise de roof to-night.-Chorus.