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Christy's plantation melodies. 61
The Old Jawbone.
The jawbone hung in the kitchen ball, The sea-bass shone on the white-wash wall; There was old Jim Brown loved fun and was gay? He kicked up the deuce on a holiday. Old Jim he saw, with a father's pride, His beautiful child, Sam Johnson's bride; While she, with her bright eyes, seemed to be The new moon for that company. '
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, oh, the old jawbone.
"I've eat all the sea-bass," now she cried', " So stop for a minute, I'll hide, I'll hide! And, Johnson, make sure you're the first to trace The clue to my secret hiding-place !"
She ran out of, the kitchen; the darkies, began To hunt all round, and find her if they can; And Johnson, he cried, " Where 'bout you hide ? I'm weary without you, my own black bride!"
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c. -.
They hunt her that night, they hunt her next day, They hunt her all round when a week pass'd away ; In the short, and the long, in the big hollow log, Young Johnson hunt wildly with aid of the dog; And years flew by, and his grief at last Was told as the coloured tale did pass, And when Johnson came in, the young darkies cried, " See the old one sobs for his long-lost bride."
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c.
At last an old log, long covered with brush, Was found in the swamp; the darkies did rush* And a tapering form lay mouldering there In the dark-coloured skin of the lovely fair |
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Oh, hard was her fate; like the sportive frog, She hid from her love in the hollow log, The brush was thrown over, and her coloured bloom |
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All faded away in the old log tomb.
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c. 6 |
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