I knock him den upon de head, and he gabe up de ghost;
I took him to de old log house, as soon as he suspire;
He look’d just like a little mouse, and we roast him on de fire.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.
De niggers dey come all around, and kick up a debil of a splutter.
Dey eat de coon and clar de ground, to dance de chicken flutter,
Dey dance all night till de broke of day, to a tune on de old banjo,
And den dey all did gwan away, before de chicken crow.
Chorus.—Oh, come along, my Sandy boy, &c.