So on this darkie’s nose he used
To hang his coat and hat.
Chorus.—Ha, ha, ha, yah, yah, yah, &c.
One morning Massa going away,
He went to get his coat,
But neither hat nor coat was there,
For she had swallow’d both.
He took her to a tailor shop,
To have her mouth made small,
The lady took in one long breath,