De Record’s Gwine Down.
De pat’idge is in de cohn-field, his courtin’ days am pas’,
He am waitin’ fur de hunter wid his gun and whiky flas’,
De squirl’s in de hickernut, de shell am droppin’ ’roun’,
But de pacer’s still de racer, and
de
record’s
gwine
down!
De coon am up de white-oak, an’ de price er powder’s riz,
He am layin’ up de coon-grease dat am good fur rheumatiz.
De ’possum’s way up yonder whar de wild grape’s turnin’ brown,
But de pacer holds de market, and
he
keeps
dat
record
down!
Oh, ebery thing am risin’, and’ hog-meat’s in de sky,
E’en de chickens got de panic an’ hev gone to roostin’ high!
De onliest thing dat’s fallin’—an it makes de trotter frown—
Am de pacin’ race-horse record, and
dat
keeps
on
gwine
down!