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28 Christy's plantation melodies.
Now is the time to whisper soft things,
Sigh as if going to expire, Talk of that little blind boy that's got wings,
And swear that your heart is on fire. Quartette: Oh, what enchanting pleasure,
On the light bombastic toe To dance the Polka measure,
Or through the waltz to go.
Observe that lovely Juno
With her luxuriant head of wool; She beats all the gals that you know,
I guess, above a jug full. Just look how she toes and heels it
As she ballansays to the crowd, And that coloured gent seems to feel it,
For no gobbler was ever more proud. Solo: See, he offers a: glass of ice cream
With a real silver spoon just stuck in it— She takes it—but surely I dream,
For, by golly, 'tis gone in a minute ! Ah, she knows what ice cream is, no doubt,
For she makes it herself ev'ry day; And I know that gent totes it about,
For I saw him last night in Broadway. Glee: See that nig in the blue satin vest,
With his heel sticking out just a feet, sar, Cutting such capers, and doing his best
To charm every gal that he meets, sar. Such a darkey as that has no right at this ball,
Let's tell him to quit, and be off; He'd two years in Sing Sing, and came out last fall,
For picking up things on the wharf. And now he takes his pleasure
On his light bombastic toes, And dances the Polka measure,
Or through the waltz he goes.
Solo: See that policeman just entered the place,
And he's caught that there nig by the collar, And the gals all turn pale in the face, And, golly, d'ye hear how they holler! |
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