The Little Black Girl on the Wall
Copyright, 1891, by Willis Woodward & Co.
By C. J. Wilson.
Now the daylight is done, and the curtains are drawn,
And the katydids sings all alone on the lawn.
And my little one cries, as she comes at my call,
"Can't I play with the Little black girl on the wall?"
It is bedtime, And Bessie, our own little lamb.
Comes bleating, on, mamma, I'm lonely. I am;
I've no brothers nor sisters, I've no one at all.
But that dear, little, darling black girl on the wall.
So our pet prattles on when she's in for a race
With her shadow-oh, isn't life just such a chase?
And she dances like mad down the fire-lighted hull,
As she hunts for the little black girl on the wall.
I don't see her by day time, oh, where does she go?
But at twilight she followed me now to and fro,
And wherever I turn, and if I get a fall.
Why then down goes the little black girl on the wall;
Mamma, what does she eat? and, oh, what does she drink?
And what does she do all day long do you think?
Now she's little like me, and next minute she's tall.
But I never can catch that black girl on the wall.-Chorus.