Dar was a frog lived in a spring, Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh? He had such a cold dat he could not sing, Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh? I pull’d him out and frow’d him on de ground, Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh? Old frog he bounced and run around, Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh? CHORUS. Camo kimo, daro, war, my high, my ho, my rumsti-pum-stididdle, Soot bag, pidly-winckem, linck ’em, nip cat, Sing song, Polly, won’t you ki’ me, oh? Milk in de dairy, nine days old, Sing song, &c. Rats and skippers are getting bold, Sing song, &c. A long-tail’d rat in a bucket of souse, Sing song, &c. Just come from de white folks’ house, Sing song, &c. In South Carolina the niggers grow, Sing song, &c. If de white man only plant his toe Sing song, &c. Water de ground with ’bacca smoke, Sing song, &c. And up de nigger’s head will poke, Sing song, &c. Way down South--in Cedar-street, Sing song, &c. Dar’s where de niggers grow ten feet, Sing song, &c. Dey go to bed, but ’taint no use, Sing song, &c. Dar feet hang out for a chicken’s roost. Sing song, &c. Uncle Ned. 65 I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned, Oh, he died long ago--long ago; He had no hair on the top of his head, The place where the wool ought to grow. CHORUS. Lay down the shovel and the hoe, Hang up the fiddle and the bow; For no more work for poor old Ned, He’s gone where the good darkies go. His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake, And he had no eyes for to see; He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake, So he had to let the hoe cake be. Lay down, &c. One cold frosty morning old Ned died, Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain; For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground, He’d nebber see his like again. Lay down, &c. The American Girl. 66 Our hearts are with our native land, Our song is for her glory; Her warriors’ wreath is in our hand, Our lips breathe out her story. Her lofty hills and valleys green, Are shining bright before us; And like a rainbow sign is seen Her proud flag waving o’er us.