De next thing dey done
For to make de color run,
Dey began to rub me wid sand paper:
Oh! dey nearly killed me dead,
But dey only made me red:
I tell you it was an awful caper!
Den dey whitewashed me so slick,
But de lime it wouldn't stick:
I, golly! I was just as black as ever!
Den dey got a lot of hay,
And dey rubbed and scrubbed away:
Oh! dey kept at it all dat night;
But den dey found, next day,
Dat de job it wouldn't pay,
'Kase dey neber could wash de nigger white.

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When I found dat dey was tired,
Says I: Gemmen list to me,
And you will find dat I am a right, man;
De nigger will be nigger,
Till de day of Jubilee;
For, he nebber was intended for a white man;
Den just skedaddle home,
Leave de colored man alone;
For, you're only makin trouble in de nation;
You may fight, and you may muss,
You may make a heap of fuss,