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CHRISTY S PLANTATION MELODIES.
The Dark' Who " Totes " the Target.
You may talk about the heroes great,
That die for fan and glory— About the 'lustrious names that blaze
In ancient song and story;— There's none of them can shine with him,
Who, ev'ry 'casion suiting— The dark' who totes the target
When the boys go out a-shooting.
Chorus. They comqp together,
With sword and feather,
With trumpets, drums, and hooting, And with the mark Brings up the dark',
When they go out a-shooting.
0, Pompus Ceesar he is some
When, in the fixings decked, sir, With martial tread he walks along—
Eyes right, and head erect, sir. The coloured girls all wink at him,
Their fancy always suiting— The dark' who totes the target
When the boys go out a-shooting.
Chorus. They come together, &c.
And if the foe should dare invade
Again, our peaceful shore, sir, You'll find the boys will muster strong
And beat them as before, sir; And rushing for the glory, too,
The dark', all 'casions suiting, Who bears aloft the bull's-eye
When the boys go out a-shooting.
Chorus. They come together, &c. |
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