American Old Time Song Lyrics: 53 He Stole My Girl With That Tura Lu

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 53

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Copyright. 1896, by The Zeno Hauvais Music Co.
Written and Composed by Jas. B. Marshall A Walter Wolff,

I'se a-lookin' for Jeff Jones,
The coon who plays that darned old saxophone
Has stole my girl away, and with him she am flown.
I'll not say one word till I do come across him,
And then you'll see a coon a-movin',
With his saxophone.

Blow, blow on the clarinet; blow, blow on the horn;
Blow, blow on the saxophone; my heart and girl am gone,
With that tu-ra-lu with that tu-ra-lum,
And he stole my girl with that tu-ra-lu,
With that tu-ra-lu, with that tu-ra-lum,
And he stole my girl with that tu-ra-lu.

I'll not rest at all
Till I can play the umpardellarre,
Just as good us he can, and catch another wench.
I'll practice all day, all night, and on a Sunday,
Just for to show that fine-haired nigger
I've got a little sense.- Chorus.

I play now myself:
You ought to see those coons a-winging.
When I play upon the umpur at Ephriam's summer dance,
I catch all the girls, but all the coons am jealous,
Because I play upon the umpar,
And put them in a trance.- Chorus.

I've got now a girl
Who loves to hear the umpardellarre,
Played by me at night time, in daylight or at morn.
Lucinda I'll wed, she said-if we should have ten piccaninies.
They should learn the umpar
As soon as they were born.- Chorus.
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