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 14 An de Yallar Gal wid'in say, Ah ! who dat? Who dat? Ole Joe? What dat Joe? Yes de Joe, Ole Joe kicking up behind aa before De Yaller Gal kickin up behind Ole Joe. Deres some one in de house wid Dinah, Deres some one in de house I know, Dere's some one in de house wid Dinah, Playin on de Ole Banjo. Do cum dear Dinah to de door, Or Ole Joe stop here not no more, Him faint wid de heat wid de cold him shrink And him Dinah dont lub her ole Joe him tink Ole Joe, What dat Joe, &c. Ole Joe! am dat my lub I hear? O what for make you sing so queer ? 'Cause if you ill you had better go, Den ole Joe split de head ob his ole banjo. Ole Joe, What dat Joe, &c. De window shut-him smell de eake, Him hear a larf for ole Joe sake, And de Yullar Gal hab done him brown, Dat Ole Joe, wish him hab not cum to town. Ole Joe, What dat Joe, &e. Ole Joe, was thought by ebery belle, To beat de Dandy Broadway Swell, And de Yaller Galls dey all ob them dote On de roll ob him eye, and tail ob him coat. Ole Joe, What dat ole Joe, &e.

PHILADELFY GALS. I'se cum from the state ob Arkansas, To hear de sights dat can be saw, But nought make de lips ob my bosom swell, Like a peep at the Philadelfy gals. Philadelfy gals, purty faees, Dressed to death and trimmed with laces, Ankles small, and waist so slender, Ah, ah, ah, good bye John.