American Old Time Song Lyrics: 54 Yer Neber Saw A Nigger In De Surf

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 54

YER NEBER SAW A NIGGER IN DE SURF.
Copyright, 1896, by W. C. Dunn.
Words and Music by W. L. Carley.

Jest use yer head a minit, an' let yer brains get in it,
It doesn't make no difference jest how long yer on de turf;
I'll tell yer somet'ing funny, now listen to me, honey,
Dat yer neber saw a nigger in de surf.

Chorus.
It seems so strange, I don't know why-dey mustn't like it well;
Dey don't go in, I swar dey don't, but why I'll neber tell.
Yer see de Dago, Chinaman, all nations of de earf,
But yer neber see a nigger in de surf.

Dey trabel down to Coney, an' dress so awful tony,
I've seen de wenches shoot de chute an' yell and scream wif mirf,
Dey stay until it's daylight, an' do de shows up all right,
But yer neber saw a nigger in de surf.- Chorus.

I've often heard dem tell it, no matter what befell it,
Dat a dead mule was neber seen since day of Adam's birf;
But dar's one t'ing, I declare, If yer old as Union Square,
Dat yer neber saw a nigger in de surf.- Chorus.