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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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