One Negro, wi my banjer

One Negro, wi my banjer,
Me from Jenny come,
Wid cunning yiei
Me savez spy
De buckra world one hum,
As troo a street a stranger
Me my banjer strum.

My missy for one black dog about the house me kick,
Him say my nassy tawny face enough to make him sick;
But when my massa he go out, she then no longer rail,
For first me let the captain in, and then me tell no tale:

So aunt Quashy say,
Do tabby, brown, or black, or white,
You see um in one night,
Every sort of cat be gray.

One Negro, &c.

To fetch a lilly money back, you go to law they call,
The court and all the tie-wig soon strip you shirt and all,
The courtier call him friend him foe,
And fifty story tell,
To-day say yes, to-morrow no,
And lie like any hell:
And so though Negro black for true,
He black in buckra country too.

One Negro, &c.