Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1: A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs.Various
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Beadle's Dime Song Book No. 1: A Collection of New and Popular Comic and Sentimental Songs.
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Songbooks; Songs, English -- United States -- Texts
Oh, these Broadway gals look so mighty gay,
With their hoop’d skirts promenading Broadway,
Their bonnets on their shoulders, and their noses to the sky,
They go it in the sun or shade--root hog or die.
Chief cook, &c.
Root Hog or Die, 40
No. 3.
I am a jolly nigger as ever you did see,
I come from Alabama just for to have a spree;
I tought I come to York, dey do things up so high,
Bound to have a spree, boys--root hog or die.
CHORUS.
New York gals--dey are so mighty tender,
Have to put on hoops when dey go out on a bender.
Jog along.
I jump’d upon de boat as she started from de lebby,
Dey put me in de hole in something of a hurry,
De coal dey made me shovel, oh, how dey made me fly;
Dat’s de way I come, boys--root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.
You tallk about your niggers dat grow up in de North,
Can’t compete wid dis one dat sprouted in de South,
Dey call me Blind Dick, kase I’ve only got one eye,
Dat’s not my name, boys--root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.
When I take a walk I look so mighty gay,
All de gals I draw from over cross de way,
Wid my long-tail coat, mustache to de eye,
Dat’s what dey like, boys--root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.
I’ll go back to Alabama wid a head full of nollige,
And tell de folks dare I jis cum from college;
Dey’ll take me for a lord, or somethin’ else, I’m thinkin
I’se a mighty smart nigger, but I do my own drinkin’.
New York gals, &c.
Root Hog or Die, 41
No. 4.
I am de greatest little darkey on de top ob de earth,
New York is my home and de place ob my birth
I do ply upon de banjo, and dar I don’t deny,
I’m bound to be a sport, boys--root hog or die.
CHORUS.
Now I’ll tell all you, boys, what you’d better stop a doing,
Dat is a drinking lager beer, and give up tobacco chewing;
Now I’ll tell all you boys, what you’d better stop a doing,
Dat is a drinking lager beer, and give up tobacco chewing.
Jog along.
De shanghai coats and de stub-toed boots,
Tight-legg’d pants, and all such fancy suits,
Big Byron collars and mustaches to de eye,
Dat’s de way to sport, boys--root hog or die.
Now I’ll tell you all, &c.
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