Oh! when I go a courting
I ride thr’o mud and rain:
I leabe de old hoss snorting
At de corner ob de lane.
I find my Dolcy weeping,
And charm her wid de bones,
Bye’n bye I leabe her sleeping,
Oh! dadda, D’ D’ Dolcy Jones!
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I went up town dis morning
To sing a little song;
Miss Dolcy send me warning
To bring my boots along;
For de yard is paved wid cinder,
And de house is built ob stones
And a head is at de window,
Oh! dadda, D’ D’ Dolcy Jones!
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