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36 Christy's plantation melodies.
I sometimes wear mustaches, But I lost them t'other day;
For the glue was bad, the wind was hi And so they blowed away.
Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c.
I sports a double eye-glass,
That shuts up in a case; A black-silk stock, because it suits
The 'spression of this face. My linen cuffs and collar, too,
Look beautifully white ; And so, by gosh, I think they ought,
For I wash 'em ev'ry night.
Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c.
I wears a gold-wash'd guard-chain,
That. I bought of Uncle Pete; . But I left the watch for safety
With a man in Chatham Street. With gloves, and cane, and fancy vest,
French pantaloons and hat, With grand imperial, which I cut
From the tail of our black cat.
CkoAts. For I'm the grit, &c.
I rather think Miss Chloe White
Is growing quite forlorn; I hear it in her dulcet voice,
As she sweetly cries u Hot-corn!" She's up to the eyes in love with me,
And so are twenty more, For I'm such a gay deceiver
As they never saw before.
Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c.
This darkey's name is Caesar Mars Napoleon Sinclair Brown;
The biggest bug, de greatest coon, That ever walk'd this town. |
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