I’m pore an’ bline, but I shore kin sing;
And I lubs to hear dat silver ring,
So cum on wid yer money fur me.
Yer knows, white folks, a nigger’s pore chance;
An’ de best I kin do is ter sing an’ dance;
Now cum on wid yer money fur me.
Fill up dat cup an’ run hit ober,
An’ I’ll be full like a sheep in de clober;
So cum on wid yer money fur me.
Dar neber wuz er pull like de money pull,
An’ meny’s bin de day since mer cup wuz full—
O cum on wid yer money fur me!
While mer song do er about like ole Jim Crow,
Yer hearts will be happy an’ oberflow,
Ef yer cum on wid yer money fur me.
So cum er-long, cum er long an stan’ er round;
Let smiles on ebery face be found,
An’ cum on wid yer money fur me.
While I’se jes a nigger, pore an’ bline,
Dis shore am de song of yore race an’ mine;
_O cum on wid yer money fur me!_
[Illustration: Snapped by the Author in Tampa, Fla.]