I don't like to do it, but then, don't you know,
There are some who won't like it, so "Becca must go."
Not many stand up for poor Becca down here,
They talk very strangely, and act very queer,
Her skin's not much darker than mine, but, you know,
Her hair curls a little, so "Becca must go."
Now Preacher and Teacher from East and from West,
If you would succeed you must do like the rest;
Be partial to white folk or take the disgrace,
Of showing regard for a down-trodden race.