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He grab all de money and he put it in his pocket,
And de way he did put out was a sin to Davy
Crockett;
So ole Missy cry.
And 'gin to wipe her eye.
For she marry Bill de weaver she cou'dn't tell why.
Now one day de sun gone down an' de days work
ober.
Old Gumbo Chaff he tink he'd lib in clober;
He jump into a boat wid his ole tamborin.
While schooner-hed Sambo play'd dc violin;
De way we sail'd to New Orleans,
Neber be forgotten,
Dey put tne on de leby dock to roll a bale o' cetton.
When I cotch hold de bale oh ! den you ought trt
seen us!
First time dis child 'gan to show his genus;
got hold de corner an' I give him such a hug.
An' I light upon him like a duck 'pon a June bug,
Oh ! you ought to ben dare,
To see do niggers lafiT,
For dey swore it was de debil or ole Gumbo Chaff*.
I lam'd to talk de French oh ! a la mode de danceyi
Kick him shoe, tare him wool, parley vo de Francry,
Bone jaw Madamselle, stevadors and riggers,
Applejack and sassafras ami little Indian niggers;
Den de natives lafl^d.
An swore dat I was corn'd.
For dey neber heard sich French sincedey was born'd.
I leab New Orleans early one day mornin,
I jump'd aboard de boat jist as de day was dawnin',