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THE KINDERHOGK FOX TO THE WHEATLAND
BUCK.
Air—" Wait for the Wagon."
Will you come with me, my Jimmy dear, your passage
shall be free, Where Salt River runs the fastest, 0 come along with me; My cabbages are all on board, my boat's upon the tide, And early in November—we'll all take the ride.
Chorus.~Wait till November, wait till November,
Wait till November, and we'll all take a ride.
'Tis sixteen years ago, this fall, since first I took the sail, And if the wind holds where it is, you'll have as fair a gale. You'll find it rather lonesome there, when first you find
you're pinned, But soon like this old fox, you will get used to being
skinned. Chorus.—Wait till November, &c.
In '40 when I took the trip, at Harrison's expense,
1 should have staid put, if I'd had the smallest grain of
sense ; But trying, by my John's advice, to guide the ship of
State, I was compelled to take the sail, in eighteen forty-eight.
Chorus.—Wait till November, &c.
And when I heard they'd set up you, old Molly Coddle
Bach, I told my John to turn about, cut stick and gravel scratch; And when he said, that on the goose they'd got you
right and tight, At once replied I, " demme John, that goose's a cock
won't fight."
Chorus.—Wait till November, &c.
But that likely lot of niggers, that John is going to wed, And love, and honor, and obey, completely turned my
head; And now I've taken you in tow, I find I'm going back, A second flying Dutchman, upon the same old track.
Chorus.—Wait till November, &c. |
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