There is an opportunity here for a little harmless "chaff" about colour. The diamond chosen is a black diamond, the blacker the better. The ring forms round him joining hands, and one girl is pushed in to look for the Sambo boy. She says:—"I look, I am looking, I don't find a Sambo boy" (i.e. a quarter black). At last she finds her diamond, either the boy inside the ring or one of those who circle round him, and they dance together, wheeling and letting go hands at the words "wheel," "let go."
"Why" is an ejaculation, probably the same as Hi!
XCIII.
Another chorus tune of the same kind is:—
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The gal over yonder carry banana, gal oh! gal oh! carry banana. A nine-hand banana, carry banana, a Chiney banana, carry banana. You find the banana? carry banana. You tief the banana? carry banana. |