"Clare de Kitchen; or, De Kentucky Screamer" (1832)
Words and Music by Thomas Dartmouth (Daddy) Rice, 1808-1860

[Source: pages 152-153 from
"Minstrel Songs, Old and New" (1883)]

1.
In old Kentuck in de arternoon,
We sweep de floor wid a bran new broom,
And arter dat we form a ring,
And dis de song dat we do sing:

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Clare de kitchen old folks, young folks,
Clare de kitchen old folks, young folks,
Old Virginny never tire.

2.
I went to de creek, I couldn't git across,
I'd nobody wid me but an old blind horse;
But old Jim Crow came riding by,
Says he, "old feller, your horse will die."
It's

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3.
My horse fell down upon de spot,
Says he, "don't you see his eyes is sot;"
So I took out my knife and off wid his skin,
And when he comes to life I'll ride him agin.
So

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4.
A Jay bird sot on a hickery limb,
He wink'd at me and I wink'd at him;
I pick'd up a stone and hit his shin.
Says he, "you better not do that agin."
So

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5.
A bull frog dress'd in soger's close,
Went in de field to shoot some crows;
De crows smell powder and fly away,
De bull frog mighty mad dat day.
So

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6.
Den down I went wid Cato Moore,
To see de steamboat come ashore,
Every man for himself, so I picked up a trunk,
"Leff off, said de Captain, "or burn you wid a chunk."
And

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7.
I hab a sweetheart in dis town,
She wears a yellow striped gown;
And when she walks de street around,
De hollow of her foot make a hole in de ground.
Now

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8.
Dis love is a ticklish ting you know,
It makes a body feel all over so.
I put de question to coal black Rose,
She as black as ten of spades, and got a lubly flat nose.
So

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9.
"Go away," says she, "wid your cowcumber shin,
If you come here agin I stick you wid a pin;"
So I turned on my heel and I bid her good bye,
And arter I was gone she began to cry.
So

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10.
So now I'se up and off you see,
To take a julep sangeree;
I'll sit upon a tater hill,
And eat a little whippoorwill.
So

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11.
I wish I was back in old Kentuck,
For since I left it I had no luck,
De gals so proud dey won't eat mush,
And when you go to court 'em dey say, O hush!
Its

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