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I came from ole Kentucky,

A long time ago,

Where I first larned to wheel about,

And jump Jim Crow.

Wheel about, and turn about, and do jis so,

Ebry time I wheel about, I jump Jim Crow.

I us’d to take him fiddle,

Ebry morn and afternoon,

And charm de ole buzzard,

And dance to de racoon.

Wheel about, &c.

I landed fust at Liverpool,

Dat place of ships and docks,

I strutted down Lord Street,

And ask’d de price of stocks.

Wheel about, &c.

I paid my fare den up to town,

On de coach to cut a dash

De axle-tree soon gave way,

And spilt us wid a smash.

Wheel about, &c.