Copyright, 1899, by National Music Co.
Words by F. M. Stuart. Music by Margaret Adele Moore.
My wedding day is very, very soon.
Come, all you darkies, if you want to see this coon,
For I'se gwine to be tied to my Susan, Susan May,
And to-morrow is the blessed day.
There was ne'er a gal so sweet,
From her top-knot down to her feet,
And you may just bet your life,
She's gwine for to be my wife,
I'm the envy of the coons for miles and miles around.
For I'se caught the queenly Susan, and we're gwine to live in town,
And she cays she'll love me till I lay me down and dies,
And I know that my baby never lies.
Susan, Susan, sweetest Susan, the only one for me,
Swellest-looking colored gal ever you did see.
Darling Susan, queenly Susan, she's gwine my a wife to be,
And I'll be true to my own gal if she is true to me.-[Dance]
The first coon, what a racket tries to raise,
Will catch a beatin', what'll make him change his ways,
I'se determined to have it a peaceable affair,
Without any razors in the air,
For, my darling, says to me,
"My, honey, yes it must be,
A wedding society
Will all be glad to see,"
And you know what my honey sets her mind to have or do,
Will have to be, or you will have to learn a thing or two,
So you have fair warning, and if you do not heed,
You will sure leave the wedding, yes, indeed.- Chorus.
I'm gwine to wear some very hot clothes,
Rigg'd out in style, from my head down to my toes,
An', of course, my honey, she will look just right,
For that gal is always out of sight
When we walk down the aisle,
This coon will wear a smile,
And I'll feel so very proud
That I'll never see that crowd.
And when old Parson Brown ties that blessed knot,
Then I'll know my Susan has agreed to share my lot.
I'm just 'fraid this nigger he won't know how to act,
But I'll give my baby a big smack.- Chorus.