_Oh, de strappin’ black gal, de big greasy gal!
She kyar herse’f mighty fine!
How de boys gwineter foller along in de row,
A-waitin’ for ter ketch her sign?
De boss mighty close, yet I study en I wish--
En I wish dat big gal uz mine!_
[The italics seem to mark what may be called the refrain choruses.
The variable nature of these gives unexpected coloring--not to say
humor--to the songs in which they occur. Any typographical arrangement
of these choruses must be, in the very nature of things, awkward and
ineffective.]