Four Little Curly-Headed Coons
Copyright, 1889, by S. W. Blair.
By J. W. Wheeler.
There lived in a town with a great long name
Four little curly-headed coons;
And they talked of wealth and they talked of fame.
These four little curly-headed coons.
They'd sit all day and think, think, think,
With mischief in their eye,
And look at you and blink, blink, blink,
These four little coons so sly.
Four little curly-headed coons, four little curly-headed coons,
They'd perch upon a box as cunning as a fox,
These four little curly-headed coons, four little curly-headed coons.
I'se born for a lawyer, the first coon said.
"What! "says the other little coons;
An' I 'spec' dem fees gwine ter kill yo' dead.
"Mighty right," says the other little coons.
You'll walk into my parlor like
De spider tole dat fly;
I'll talk wif yo' till you're dead broke.
Den larf till I almost die.- Quartette.
I'se gwine fer a job in de pulpit sho'
"Rats!" says the other little coons;
If yer skuff denm feet, den I trow yer out de do'.
"Hold yer bref," says the other little coons.
When dat collection-box goes roun',
I'll tend dat snap mysef;
Now yo' des trus' din chile fer dat,
Doau' fret 'bout de holdin' of de bref.-Quartette.
Now when yo' get sick yo' can send for me,
I'm des de curly-headed coon;
In a doctor's shop I'm a-gwine fer ter be.
"Bress de lam'," cried the other little coons.
You tink dis chile talk like a goose,
But yo' doan' know dis coon;
I'll dose yo' so on lixer juice,
You'll feel like de chillun in de moon.-Quartette.
I 'spec' I must open a bank for you.
"Lord! "said the frightened little coons;
And yo' fotch dat cash till I think 'twill do.
"Hyar him talk." says the other little coons.
I'll imitate de white cashier,
Or some good pious crank.
And when dat coast am mighty clear,
I'll scoot wif de money in de bank.
Four little curly-headed coons, four little crazy-headed loons,
Their little hearts were broke, they'd like to take and choke
This smart little curly-headed coon, smart little curly-headed coon.