Hey get along, get along Joe.
Hey get along, Jim along Joe.
Once old Jim Crow was dare all de go,
'Till he found him rival in Jim along Joe;
Now poor old Jim, dey hab put him to bed,
And Jim along Josey hab come in him stead.
Hey get along, &c.
Oh, when I get dat new coat I expects to hab soon,
Likewise de new pair tight knee'd Trousaloon;
I'll walk up and down Bond Street wid my Susanna,