American Old Time Song Lyrics: 45 Dars A Watermelon Spoilin Down At Johnsons

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 45

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Copyright, 1894, by Spaulding & Gray.
Words and Music by J. W. Wheeler.

Tell de darkles all to hustle, for de whistle's gwine to blow,
Send de little picaninnies for to wake up Uncle Joe;
Tell de wenches dot de steamer's getting ready for to go.
And a watermelon's spoiling' down at Johnson's.

No more this season, 'tis the last of the crop,
Creep low, for if that gun shoots, some one's gwine to drop;
Go slow, be careful darkies, look out, don't stop,
Dar'e a watermelon spoilin' down at Johnson's.

Get Miss Liza Anna Bonaparte to fetch old Uncle Joe,
He's de coon to make de music with his fiddle and his bow;
He can call off nigger figures best of any one I know.
While we scoop that watermelon down at Johnson's.- Chorus.

We will dance de double shuffle, while de moon am shining bright.
And we'll keep de music ringing 'till de middle of de night;
When de boat goes up de river, just before de morning light,
They'll be shy a watermelon down at Johnson's.-Chorus.
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