Copyright, 1882. by Wm. A. Pond & Co.
Words by Ed. Harrigan. Music by Dave Braham.
We're all de way from Souf Caroline,
Down in Dixie's land;
White folks say: "Oh. ain't dey fine!
oh, how dey hug de sand"
Hold your breath. sure as death!
Oh, when you hear de news,
Fall down and kiss de ground,
And shout for de Charleston Blues.
Come, come, every one, I golly ain't we high!
Roll, roll, roll dat drum, catch dat wench's eye;
Oh. my! hi, hi, hi! we ain't got time to lose;
-Good-bye, girls, don't you sigh, we're off in de Charleston Blues.
'Tis but little faded Sower, but, oh, how fondly dear'
"Twill bring dm back one golden hour, through many a weary year.
Wid teeth so white, ain't we a sight,
We never shut de mouth,
Don't mind flies, make dust rise,
Gemmen from the Souf.
Hold your ground, don't look round,
Keep well in your shoes ;
Hurrah! we're off today,
De elegant Charleston Blues.-Chorus.
Oh! how I love my ada, pretty little Ada, charming little Ada;
Oh how I love my Ada, Ada, with the golden hair.
Each New York gal - we hope you shall
Send us your photographs.
We're ho sweet from head to feet-
Oh, goodness, don't you laugh!
You're so kind, bear in mind.
Our loves, we're gwine to lose;
Be still, my heart, oh, gals, we part,
We're off in de Charleston Much. - Chorus.
The corn is waving, Annie dear-oh I meet by the stile,
To hear thy gentle voice again, and greet thy winning smile.