American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 The White Wings Colored Club,
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26
The White Wings Colored Club,
Copyright. 1889, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words And Music by James Mans.
We're a bend of colored brothers, and our club is called "White Wings"
There's none superior to as. for as waiters we are kings;
The Italian population tries to run us off the track.
But They'll find we've got the ace and deuce, and likewise turn up Jack.
No foreign interference will the colored White Winn stand,
We'll protect our noble calling with a razor in each hand;
' So let the nations gather, their name it will he "Mud,"
For the motto of the "While Wings" is; "Liberty or Blood"
White Wings are sailing; up in de sky,
"White Wings forever!" our battle cry;
Spread out your pinions, soar in de air,
White Wings are on your path, "Dagoes," beware!
When the club goes out parading you should see the wenches throng,
Although but few in number, you can bet your life we're strong;
Our skins they may he dusky, but our hearts are snowy white,
And our cognomen is "danger, " when, we get into a light.
So let our foemen tremble, for us coons are sure to win.
And a nigger's very wicked when you touch him on de shin;
So, "White Wings," grind your razors just as sharp as they can be,
And show de great Italian that Africa shall be free- Chorus.