VI. PLANTATION PLAY-SONG
(PUTNAM COUNTY-1856.)

HIT'S a gittin' mighty late, w'en de Guinny-hins squall,
En you better dance now, of you gwineter dance a tall,
Fer by dis time tor-morrer night you can't hardly crawl,
Kaze youil hatter take de hoe ag'in en likewise do inaul-
Don't you hear dat bay colt a kickin' in his stall?
Stop yo' humpin' up-yo' sho'lders do!
Dat'll never do! Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!
Hit takes a heap er scrougin'
For ter git you thoo-
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!

Ef you niggers don't watch, you'll sing anudder chune,
Fer De sun'll rise'n ketch you ef you don't be mighty soon;
En de stars is gittin' paler, en de ole gray coon
Is a settin' inde grape-vine a watchin' fer do moon.
W'en a feller comes a knockin'
Des holler-Oh, shoo!
Hoplight, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!
Oh, swing dat yaller gal!
Do, boys, do!
Hoplight, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!

Oh, tu'n me loose! Lemme 'lone! Go way, now!
W'at you speck I come a dancin' fer ef I dunno how?
Deze de ve'y kinder footses w'at kicks up a row;
Can't you jump inter de middle en make yo' gal a bow?
Look at dat merlatter man
A follerin' up Sue;
Hoplight, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!
De boys ain't a gwine
W'en you cry boo hoo-
Hop light, ladies,
Oh, Miss Loo!

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