She wants her two front teeth, you’d see it when she’d titter. She’s got such little feet, Victoria’s shoes won’t fit her; She wears no cap at all, but a great big muslin whister, Now tell me once for all, Have you seen my sister? Her figure’s straight and tall, her conduct’s very proper; She’s well provided, for she’s eighteen pence in copper. Now if you have her seen, you never could forget her, For she’s very much like me; now, Have you seen my sister? Her mouth is very small, her nose is straight and natty, I tell you once for all, this girl is very pretty Now I’ll sing you another song, and it shall be a twister, If you will go with me, and help me find my sister. Bob Ridley. 19 Now white folks I’ll sing you a ditty, I’se from home, but dat’s no pity, Oh, to praise myself it am a shame, But Robert Ridley is my name. CHORUS. Oh, Bob Ridley ho, Oh, Bob Ridley ho, Oh, Bob Ridley! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! ROBERT RIDLEY HO! Oh, white folks I hab cross’d de mountains How many miles I didn’t count ’em, Oh, I’se left de folks at de old plantation An’ come down here for my edecation. Oh, Bob Ridley ho, &c. De first time dat I eber got a licken, ’Twas down at de forks ob de cotton picken; Oh! it made me dance, it made me tremble, I golly, it made my eyeballs jingle. Oh, Bob Ridley ho, &c. New York City am a mighty fine one, For beauty and location it ain’t behind none; Oh! de ladies all look so sweet and gidley, Wonder dey don’t fall in love wid old Bob Ridley. Oh, Bob Ridley ho, &c. Kate Kearney. 20 Oh! did you ne’er hear of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney: From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fly, For fatal’s the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so modestly beaming, You ne’er think of mischief she’s dreaming; Yet, oh! I can tell, how fatal’s the spell, That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. O should you e’er meet this Kate Kearnev, Who lives on the bank of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wile Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney. Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, Yet there’s mischief in every dimple; And who dares inhale her sigh’s spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. Answer to Kate Kearney.