And this shall be my song:
May peace and plenty bless our days,
And the little one on my knee.
My Johnny was a shoemaker!
Camptown Races.
Camptown ladies, sing dis song,—Du da, du da,
Camptown races track five miles long,—Du da, du da da.
Go down dar wid my hat caved in,—Du da, du da,
Come back home wid pocket full ob tin,—Du da, du da da.