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 19 He sports a double eye-glass, That he shuts up in a case, And wears a black silk gravat, Because it suits de face, White gloves and cane, and fancy vest, French pantaloons an' hat, And grand imperial dat he cut From back ob our ole cat. For he's de, &c. His outside coat is padded, To make him shoulders broad, You'd tink he waş Beau Brummel, You would upon my word, He sometimes wear's moustaches, But he lost em toder day, De wind was high, de glue was bad, And so dem blowed away. For he's de, &c. Now I'll tell you his name- Count Julius Cesar Mars Napoleon Sin- clair Brown, De biggest nob, de greatest swell In all de country roun', So look out gals and mind yourselves, For if him roll him eye, You'll gib a kick, a screech, a groan, And den fall down and die. For he's de, &c.

SAMBO DON'T YOU CRY. I come from Alabama, Wid my banjo on my knee, And I'm going to Lousiana, My Sambo for to see, It rained all night the day I left, The weather it was dry, The sun so hot I frose to death, O Sambo don't you cry. I had a dream de oder night,