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Missee Jane Crow


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Oh ! I'm de nigger Wenus,
If my name oo wish to know ;
Dey call me lilly beauty,
And Missee Jane Crow.
Wheel about and twist about,
And do jist so ;
Ebery I wheel about,
I jump Missee Crow.
'Twas down in old Wirginny,
Dat I sat dem in a glow ;
But de nigger vot vin my wargin heart,
Was Massa James Crow. Wheel &c.
I vos cookee in de kitchen,
Vere Jim come to warm him toe ;
And him make me jump wid joy,
When him jump Jim Crow.
Massa James come night and morning,
Him dewours me to pay ;
But him dewour all de grub up,
And den him valk away.
So I startee off to England,
Cruel Massa James to trace ;
Kase him falsehood make me grieve
Till I'm whitee in de face.
But when me get to London,
A boy cry like a gud un ;
" Oh crikeys, lookee dere,
Dere's a valking blacka puddin."
Me be berry much a vexed,
Tears in my eyes startin ;
Ven anoder debit say—
" Dere's a bottle ob Day and Martin."
Howeber me soon laughee,
And I say it berry clear ;
Dey such berry stupid people,
Dey no judge of beauty here.
I see de ladies all about,
Dey dress so berry smart,
So I bought myself a new white dress,
And thro' the town did start.
And ven me dressee completee,
How de buckra's me did hustle,
Kase me got sich a pretty slender vaist,
And lots ob nat'ral bustle.
De vite ladies dey paint dere cheeks,
Vid rougee or carmine ;
But I rub mine vid the blacka brush,
And I look a berry fine.
I trabelled to logicum gardens,
To see de beasts von afternoon,
Vere day were going to steal me,
To show me for a baboon.
A man vot keep him shop of rags,
Said—which I thought droll,
Dat him buy me out and out—
Just to make him black a doll.
Den I went to Delpe Teatre,
Vhere sich funny things they show
Vhen strike me white ! but I—
Saw Massa Jim Crow.
I jumpa on de stage,
Struck funny wid him charms ;
I kiss him pretty sausage lips,
And falla in him arms.
Him say me vos him angel,
De blackest ob de black ;
To run arter him from Wirginny,
So we'd be married in a crack.
I blushed wid wargin modesty,
Nest day to de church ve go,
Vhere him man vot vear him white shirt
Soon make me Missee Crow.
So now ve both be married,
And berry shortly I suppose ;
We shall be so berry happy,
Wid a lot ob little Crows.

      He was such a

If pity dwells within your breast,
Some sympathy pray spare
Of Love, that breaks young ladies rest
Indeed I've had my share.
His form is ever in my sight
Forget I never can,
I'm haunted by him day and night
He was such a nice young man.
'Twas at a ball held at the west
On me he first did glance,
So gently he my fingers prest
And asked me out to dance.
I blushed and simpered No, no, no,
Then smiling dropt my fan
For how could I refuse to dance
He was such a nice young man.
The dance now o'er my hand he took
And led me to a seat
And sighing gave me such a look,
I'd ne'er seen one so sweet.
Refreshments beg'd of me to take,
I did the dainties scan,
Alas, I'd lost my appetite
He was such a nice young man
When growing late about to leave,
It rained in torrents fast,
Said he, Dear Miss, I really grieve,
I feel that it will last,
Then quick he hurried from the room
And for a coach he ran,
His kindness quite overpowered me
He was such a nice young man.
As thro' the hall we went along,
He begged for my address,
I gave him it not thinking wrong,
He was in such distress,
His card embossed he handed me
With " Captain" Miss I am,
My stars thought I, Oh here's a chance,
He was such a nice young man.
Next morning drest and breakfast done,
Heart beating with desire,
The hall door bell was loudly rang
Enough to break the wire,
I thought I should have died with fright,
Up came our servant Ann,
A gentleman Miss, waits below
He is such a nice young man.
Almost I'd sunk 'twixt hope and fear,
I wished I was afar,
Guess my surprise him now to hear
Conversing with Mamma,
Such language elegant he used
He did her heart trepan,
She said, she no objection had
He was such a nice young man.
Now stop to dine with us, you must,
I will not take denial,
Excuse me, Ma'am, this visit first
Is far too great a trial.
Well call again whene'er you please
For visit here you can,
I'll call again to-morrow, Ma'am,
Said my very nice young man.
From house he scarce was out of sight,
When from the lower rooms,
A servant maid came in a fright
And cried, He's stole the spoons,
Ah fetch him back, Mamma she cries,
Off ran our footman Dan,
Who brought him back, we found the
Yes, upon the nice young man.
A caution ladies, give I must,
The moral I well know,
'Tis never the appearance trust
Of any dashing beau,
For this is what I should have done
When to notice he began,
But who'd have thought he was a thief
He was such a nice young man.


I dreamt last night of our earlier days,
Ere I sighed for sword and feather,
When we danced on the hill, in the
moon's pale rays
Hand in hand together ;
I thought you gave me again that kiss,
More sweet than the perfume of spring,
When I pressed on your finger love's pure
golden pledge—
The Bridal Ring ! the Bridal Ring !
I dreamt I heard, then, the trumpet sound
And at once was forced to sever,
That I fell on the heath with my last
death wound,
Lost to thee for ever !
I thought that you gave me again that
Empearled like a flower in spring,
'Neath it awoke, on his dear hand to
The bridal ring ! the bridal ring !

Walker, Printer, Durham.

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