him let ’er go.
Tweedle-weedle, yeaky, yawky, ’nother twist,
an’ pretty soon
He was waitin’ to begin,
With ’er underneath his chin;
He a-askin’, all a-grinnin’, “Wall, boys, name
it; what’s your tune?”
An’ we hollered all in concert, “Whoop ’er up
on ‘Old Zip Coon’!”
Oh, the deacon-seat had cushions an’ the bunks