American Old Time Song Lyrics: 12 Golly, Aint I Wicked
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 12
GOLLY, AIN'T I WICKED?
Oh! white folks, I was neber born.
Aunt Sue raise me on de corn,
Send me errands night and morn;
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
She used to knock me on de floor,
Den bang my head agin de door,
And pull my har out by de core;
Oh! golly, ain't I wicked?
Oh! eat de cake and hoe de corn,
I'se de gal dat neber was born-
Spect I grow'd up some dark morn;
Oh! golly, ain't I wicked?
Oh! Massa Clair he bring me here,
Put me in Miss Feely's careĀDon't I make dat lady stare?
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
She has me taken, clothed and fed,
Den sends me up to make de bed,
I put de foot into de head;
Oh! golly, ain't I wicked?
Oh! eat de cake and hoe de corn,
I'se de gal dat neber was born-
Spect I grow'd up some dark morn;
Oh! golly, ain't I wicked?
And den dar's one will come and say,
Be good, Topsy, learn to pray!
And raise her beau'ful hands dat way;
Ching a-ring, a-ring a-ricked.
'Tis little Miss Eva, kind and fair,
Says, if I'se good I will go dar,
But den I tells 'em, I don't car;
Oh! golly, ain't I wicked?
I'se black Topsy, as you see,
None of your half-and-half for me;
Black or white, 'tis best to be-
Oh! ain't I awful wicked?