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No teeth Hannah Bella from Dayrells road, I am asure she is a gipsy toad. Biscuits she will lost her life, And on them she will her fife.(?)

Chorus (repeated after every verse.)

Do, Uncle Dick, O do, For the devil ran away with the big Obeah man, Foot over foot, and hand over hand: For the devil ran away with the big Obeah man.

Brown biscuits now is four for two, Hannah Bella, she can eat for true; She don't care whatever come. She will eat you any some.

Eighty cents to me she owes: Yes, for biscuits, none in clothes, And before she pays she rather blows.

The sailor furniture comes off, A tub, a cabin and a trough; See the rubbage Luggage. coming down. Pulling hard for Bridgetown.

Come see the little soup she took, And the little bone she suck. She lean her head out to the south, Lick her fingers, smack her mouth."

My name is Josephus Orange Blossom; I am one of the finest jovial German in the land, I am as happy, and as jovial, when I get 'um as I make 'um, I am a hunky daddy red-hot country bound.

Chorus.

Take back, sell your trap, for I am the finest coloured German in the land; I am as happy, and as jovial, when I get 'um as I make 'um, I am a hunky daddy red-hot country bound.

You ought to see me when I dress upon a Sunday, When I go a pomanading in the street; Why, I dress myself in the height and best of fashion, And squizing wid all de pretty gals I meet.

Chorus. Take back, &c.