  Driften don de Ohio, Oh, dat muddy ’bio, Hearh dat boat a pufflen, See dem darkies shufflen Ye, dis am picnic day. When she goes aroun’ de ben Yo see dem darkies gin to grin In dare hearts is powful joy, Yo hearh dat word O, my boy, Dis am picnic day. Den yo hearh dem banjoes ring Ole time darkies ’gin to sing All dem southern melodies Dat makes yo dance wid so much ease OO, ah, ah, on picnic day. Soon darh was a razor duel Tween Willie Jackson and Coston Souel, Den de gran master drew his sword An’ boff dem rascals jumped overboad On picnic day. Den Magie Jones let a scream Like de boat popen off steam, Den she spoke a piece her mine, Saen dis hapens eber time On picnic day. Den Parson Brown mader speech Dat held de congregation liker leech, All yo folkes oder be a shame Fo tryen to spile de church’s good name I don’t carah ef it am picnic day. Parson wasn’t fread to say He made his speech jist dat wah, An’ when he’s thru, he wiped his brow, An’ the congergation moaned liker cow On picnic day. Den de boat pulled into land, Parson madum understand Anybody not actin rite Will walk de water back home to-night, Dis am er church picnic day. |
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