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Christy's plantation melodies. 29
Serves him right, he had no business here,
To turn up his nose at his betters! To the Tombs now he goes off, 'tis clear, To have hands and feet put in fetters. .Glee: Juno's faulted quite away,
Like very small taters she feels, To see Massa Quashee, the pride of the day,
In the jug- to be laid by the heels. But she'll soon be better, quite well I suppose,
For see, Sam is biting- her thumb, And holding a lighted cigar to her nose,
And down her throat pouring some rum. Oh ! what enchanting pleasure
To dance at a fancy ball, For joy it gives beyond all measure,
Next day on your charmer to call. |
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Wait for the Wagon, |
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Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by James E,
Boswell, Baltimore.
Will you come with me, my Phillis dear, to yon blue
mountain/free, Where the .blossoms smell the sweetest, come, rove
along with me ? It's ev'ry Sunday morning when I am by your side, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride.
Chorus. Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, And we'll all take a ride.
Where the river runs like silver, and the birds they
sing so sweet, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat. Come, listen to my story, it will relieve my heart, So jump intc the wagon, and off we will start. |
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Chorus. Wait for the wagon, &c. |
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