But now she is far, far away,
And we hear from her ebery day;
And if she was here we’d have nothing to fear,
For we darkies all lub her so gay.
She was like a model,
From her head down to her toe,
And sprightly as de hopper grass,
Was charming Jane Monroe.
I’d rather be a slave for life,
And hab de corn to hoe,
Dan to be free, and lib widout
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she is far, far away, &c.
A darkey trader came one day,
And bought my gal from me,
And left me here alone to mourn
Beneaf de cypress-tree;
It fill’d my heart wid grief an’ pain,
To think dey’d treat me so,
But I live in hopes to meet again
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she far, far away, &c.
70
Tom Brown.
The King will take the Queen,
And the Queen will take the Jack;
And now as we’re together here,
We’ll ne’er a one go back:
Here’s to you, Tom Brown,
And with you I’ll drink a quart;
Here’s to you with all my heart,
And with you I’ll spend a shilling or two,
And thus before we part,
Here’s to you, Tom Brown. _Repeat._
The Jack will take the Ten,
And the Ten will take the Nine;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll take a glass of wine.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.
The Nine will take the Eight,
And the Eight will take the Seven;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll stay ’till after eleven.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.
The Seven will take the Six,
And the Six will take the Five;
And now that we’re together here;
We’ll drink while we’re alive.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.
The Five will take the Four,
And the Four will take the Trey, (three)
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll stay till the break of day.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.
The Trey will take the Deuce, (two)
And the Deuce won’t take the One;
And now that we’re together here,
We’ll quit where we’ve begun.
Here’s to you, Tom Brown, &c.
71
Uncle Tim, the Toper.
There was an old toper, his name was Uncle Tim,
And he lived long ago, long ago;
And he spent all his money for whiskey and gin,
At the place where he hadn’t ought to go.