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SONGSTER. 195
Sicli a g-itting: up Stairs.
AB sung by BOB FAP.RELL.
On a Suskyhanner raft I come down de bay.
And I danc'd, and I frolick'd, and I fiddled all de way,
Sich a ^fitting up stairs I never did see*
Trike de toe an heel—cut de pigeon wing.
Scratch gravel, slap de foot—dat's jist de ting.
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
I went to de play, and I see'd Jim Crow,
0 nigger Isham den he swell, for Jirfi was no go !
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
1 look him in de face until I make him grin.
An den I trow a backa quid an hit him on de shin.
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
Oh ! I is dat boy dat knows how to preach a sarmon
'Bout temperance^ and seven up, and all dat kind of
varment.
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
Nigger hold a meeting about de colonization.
An dare I spoke a speech about amalgamation.
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
. .
To Washington I go, dare I cut a swell,
Cleaning gemman's boots and ringing auction bell
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
I call on yaller Sal dat trade in sassenges.
And dare I met big Joe, which make my dander ris.
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.
Says I, you see dat door ? jist mosey, nigger Joe,
For Pm a Suskyhanner boy dat knows a thing or two {
Sich a gitting up stairs, &c.