Copyright, 1886, by W. F. Shaw.
Words and Music by C. Frank Horn.
He sweetest gal in Johnson's Row am 'Cindy Barton,
I lub her from de mawnin' dawn until de close ob day;
She nearly busts my pocket, so I'll hab to shake her sartin'.
For if she sees a thing she wants, she Debtor fails to say:
Oh! Joshua, oh! Joshua, doan' rush away Joshua Brown,
Come here, I say, now doan' delay, to hab some moah I'se boun';
I say now Joshua, dear Joshua, my sugar plum. Joshua Brown,
If you doau' treat me kindly, I'll 'luminaie the town.
I tak her to a supper once, oh, my! oh, my, oh!
De way she put de fodder down hit almos' turned my head:
She tackled beans and warious greens and oyster stews and pie, oh!
Deu when she hod 'em gobbled in she turned to me and said:-Chorus.
I tuk her out a-sleighin' once, de bells did jingle,
De hoss was tame, I hugged her close as close as close could be;
And when I got her home again, wid col' my ears did tingle;
Den when I went to help her out she softly said to me:-Chorus.
She often tells me dat I am a gay deceiber;
I gib her points in makin' lub in de ole-fashioned way;
Yet ebry time I kiss dat gal, and turn aroun' to leab her,
She'll grab my coat and pull me back and dis is what she'll say:-Chorus.