Gwine to run all night,
Gwine to run all day,
I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail hoss,
Somebody bet on de bay.
Woolly moon came on de track,--Du da, du da,
Bob, he fling him ober his back--Du da, du da da.
Runnin’ along like a shootin’ star,--Du da, du da,
Runnin’ a race wid de rail-road car,--Du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, &c.
De bob-tail horse he can’t be beat,--Du da, du da,
Runnin’ around in a two-mile heat,--Du da, du da da.
I win my money on de bob-tail nag,--Du da, du da,
An’ carry it home in de old tow-bag,--Du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, &c.
Dar’s fourteen horses in dis race,--Du da, du da,
I’m snug in saddle, and got good brace,--Du da, du da da.
De sorrel horse he’s got a cough,--Du da, du da,
An’ his rider’s drunk in de ole hay-loft,--Du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, &c.
Wake! Dinah, Wake!
Wake! Dinah, wake! the bright moon is beaming
O’er the meadow, the corn-field, and the hill;
And the stars, though no brighter than thy bright eyes,
Are gleaming o’er the earth, all so calm and still.
The violet in the glade is sleeping,
The lily is bending o’er the rill,
The rose in tears of pearly dew-drops weeping,
Near the river that flows calmly by the mill.