CHORUS.
Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, now come along, oh do;
Oh, what will uncle Gabriel say? ya eh eh eh ya eh eh eh;
What will Uncle Gabriel say, why Jinny can’t you come along too?
I blow’d de horn, I call’d de dog, and tell him for to bark;
I hunt all night in de hollow log, but de coon he still keep dark;
At last I hear de ole coon sneeze, de dog he fly around,
And on to him he den did freeze, and pull him to the ground.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
De coon he lay upon de ground, as stiff as any post;