American Old Time Song Lyrics: 27 Golly, Aint I Wicked
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 27
GOLLY, AIN'T I WICKED?
Words and Music by G. C. Howard.
Sung with Booth & Collier's "Uncle Tom's Cabin."
Oh, white folks, I was never born,
Aunt Sue raise me on de corn,
Send me errands night and morn,
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
She used to knock me on de floor,
Den hang my head agin de door,
And tear my hair out by de core,
Oh, 'cause I was so wicked.
Black folks can't do naught they say,
I guess I'll teach some how to play,
And dance ahout dis time oh day,
Ching a-ring, a-hang goes de break-down.
Oh, Massa Clare, he bring me here,
Put me In Miss Feeley's care,
Don't I make dat lady stare,
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
She has me taken, clothed and fed,
Den sends me up to make her bed,
When I puts de foot into de head,
Oh, I'se so awful wicked.
I'se dark Topsy, as you see,
None of your half-and-half for me,
Black or white it's best to be,
Ching a-ring, a-hop goes de break-down.
Oh, dere is one will come and say:
Be good, Topsy, learn to pray,
And raise her bu'ful hands dat way,
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
'Tis little Eva, kind and fair,
Says if I'se good I will go dere,
But den I tells her, I don't care,
Oh, ain't I very wicked?
Eat de cake and hoe de corn,
I'se de gal dat ne'er was born.
But 'spects I growed up one dark morn,
Ching a-ring, a-smash goes de break-down.