And jumps Jim Crow.
O how the town ran up and down
To see the dancing Nigger!
If Jim's a flat, 'tis tit for tat!
For Jim thinks John a bigger
To (for a Yankee lean and lanky)
Shell his coppers so.—
What a noodle I—Yankee-doodle!
Rare Jim Crow!
Bull has fill'd his noddle full