I am a jolly nigger as ever you did see,
I come from Alabama just for to have a spree;
I tought I come to York, dey do things up so high,
Bound to have a spree, boys—root hog or die.
CHORUS.
New York gals—dey are so mighty tender,
Have to put on hoops when dey go out on a bender.
Jog along.
I jump’d upon de boat as she started from de lebby,
Dey put me in de hole in something of a hurry,
De coal dey made me shovel, oh, how dey made me fly;
Dat’s de way I come, boys—root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.
You tallk about your niggers dat grow up in de North,
Can’t compete wid dis one dat sprouted in de South,
Dey call me Blind Dick, kase I’ve only got one eye,
Dat’s not my name, boys—root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.
When I take a walk I look so mighty gay,
All de gals I draw from over cross de way,
Wid my long-tail coat, mustache to de eye,
Dat’s what dey like, boys—root hog or die.
New York gals, &c.