MY SOUTH _CA'LINA ROSE.
Copyright, 1898, for all countries, by Sydney P. Harris.
By Prince & Harris.
When yo' wondah why yo' feel so gay.
When yo' heart am singin' all de day.
When yo' pulse am all a-tingle.
An' yo' banjo full of jingle.
An' the months all melt an' mingle into May;
When yo' joy f'om morn to twilight's close,
When yo' smile throughout yo' sweet repose,
Yo' will have to love a niggah
Wid de puffec' face an' niggah
Of ma South Ca'lina Rose.
For it's huh sugah kiss whah I finds ma bliss.
It's a way she laugh an' glance huh eye.
It's de toss in' head and an' de lips so red,
An' de sassy style she hold huh self so high,
It's a way she tease an' a way she please.
An' a shifty step no othah nigger knows;
Oh, dah nevah was a flowah to be found in any bowah
Like ma South Ca'llua Rose.-[Dance.]
Seems to me de sky's a richer blue.
Seems to me dat evah friend am true,
Dah's a beauty in de shivah
Of de moonbeams on de rivah,
An' de sunlight make me quivah through an' through;
Dah's a cha'm in evah place I goes,
Dah's de light in evah breeze 'at blow9.
An' de reason am de neatness
An' de captivatin' sweetness
Of ma South Ca'llna Rose.- Chorus.