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 I lighted den upon my head,

All in de nassy dirt,

Dey all thought that I was dead,

But I laughed and was’nt hurt.

Wheel about, &c.

Dis head you know am pretty tick,

Cause dere it makes a hole,

On de dam macadamis road,

Much bigger dan a bowl.

Wheel about, &c.

When I got into Lunnon,

Dey took me for a savage,

But I war pretty well behaved,

So I ’gaged wid Massa Davidge.

Wheel about, &c.

Dem young Jim Crows ’bout de streets,

More like a raven rader,

Pray good people don’t mistake,

.Indeed I’m not dare fader.

Wheel about, &c.

Dem urchin’s dat sing my song,

Had better mind dar books,

For any how dey can’ be Crows,

You see d’are only Rooks.

Wheel about, &c.

 

Awa wi’ your witchcraft o’ beauty’s alarms,

The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms,