I never see de like since I been born,
When a big black sailor wid his sea boots on, says
Ch: Johnny come down to Hi-lo, Poor old man!
Oh wake her, oh shake her,
Oh wake dat gal wid de blue dress on!
When Johnny comes down to Hilo, Poor old man!
I lub a little gal across de sea;
She's a 'Badian beauty, and she says to me:
Oh, was you ebber down in Mobile Bay,
Where dey screws cotton on a summer day?
Did you ebber see de old plantation boss,
And de long-tailed filly and de big black hoss?
I never see de like since I been born,
When a big black sailor wid his sea boots on