Cindy, Pull Down Yo' Bridal Veil.
Copyright, 1898, by Chas. O. Brokaw.
Words and Music by Isaac J. Reynolds.
Stroll down de sidewalk an' turn to de right,
Den up de alley till you'se out ob sight,
Den climb dat stairway till you can't climb no more.
Wrap twice an' Cindy will open up de door;
Fo' we was married last obenin' an' our friends was dar,
Dey gib ma Cindy an oil-stobe an' chair;
De parson gib Cindy a mighty wicked stare.
He tried to kiss ma bride, an' den I did declare:
Oh, Cindy, pull down yo" bridal veil, ma ducky dear,
Dose shinin' eyes ob yours dey make me feel so queer;
I feel so funny, honey, when you am so near,
Cindy, pull down yo' bridal veil.
Coons ob all colors an' coons ob all shades.
Coons dat was black like de ace ob a spades;
Coons dar a sweatin', so pow'rful warm dey felt.
Coons dar wid faces dat made de ice cream melt.
An' when de tapper was ober one nig' wanted more,
Dat crazy nigger was frowed tro' de door,
And den came de cake-walk, an' Cindy won it, too,
I saw de number seven on ma baby's shoe.- Cho.
Miss Liza Johnsing was Cindy's bridesmaid,
Sam White was beat man, in full dress arrayedCindy's fat mamma came dar upon a dray.
She was so heavy de stairs will her gib 'way.
Ma goodness, Cindy got nerbous an' told them to leabe;
She nail a razor blade hid up her sleebe.
Now I'se gwine to shake her, and ain't gwine back no more;
Cindy won't let me sleep, Lor', how dat gal do snore.-Cho.