DON'T FOOL, DAT BLACK GAL'S MINE!
Copyright, 1897, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words And music by Harry Macdonough.
High-tone coon jus' arrived in town,
Said his name was Persimmon Brown;
He look'd sheep's eyes at the gal I like.
Dat Zulu thought he would make a strike,
Done hab heaps of fun;
I went fo' him wid a great big gun;
Oughter see him run! Wough!
'Low no foolin' wid a gal of mine!
Coons, remember, she ain't in yo' line;
Fo' I'se de only one wid her can shine,
Yo' nigger! yo' nigger! don't fool! dat black gal's mine!
When dat coon found me on his track,
Draw'd a razzer from down his back;
I aimed dat gun an' he 'gin to squawk.
Den out of town be done took a walk;
"Honey," den said she,
"To keep me eafe, 'spose yer marry me!"
We'e engaged, yo' see. Wough!-Chorus.
Weddin' day am a-ccmin' soon,
Done invite ev'ry yaller coon;
When Parson Jones he done make as one,
I'll hab no use fo' to keep a gun;
Happy all de day!
Dem high-tone coons dey mas' keep away,
An' no more I'll say, Wough!- Chorus.