A staggering, swaggering sort of chap, who takes his whiskey straight,
And frequently condemns his eyes to that ultimate vengeance which a clergyman of high standing has assured us must be the sinner's fate;
A South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.
You trace his genealogy, and not far back you'll see
A most undoubted octoroon, or mayhap a mustee;
And if you note the shaggy locks that cluster on his brow,
You'll find that every other hair is varied with a kink, that seldom denotes pure Caucasian blood; but, on the contrary, betrays an admixture with a race not particularly popular now—
This South Carolina gentleman,
One of the present time.