"Ching a Ring Chaw" (1833)
(aka "Sambo's Address to His Bred'ren")
Words and Music: anonymous

[Source: 017/072@Levy]

1.
Broder let us leabe, Buera lan for Hettee,
Dar you be receibe Gran as La Fayette;
Make a mity show, wen we lan from steamship
I be like Munro, You like Louis Philip,

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Chinger ringer, ring ching, ching
Ho ah, dingah ding kum darkee,
Chinger ringer, ring ching chaw,
Ho ah ding kum darkey.

2.
Oh dat equal sod, hoo no want to go_e
Dare we feel no rod, dar we hab no fo_e
Dar we lib so fine wid our coach and hors_e,
An ebery time we dine, hab one, two, three, four, corsee_e.

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3.
No more carry bed, no more oister opee,
No more dig de sod, no more krab de slop_e,
But hab whiskers gran, an promenade de stove_e,
Wid beauties od be lan, were we in full dress meet_e.

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4.
No more carry bag an wid a nail and tick_e,
Nasty dirty rag, wit gutte pick_e,
No more barrow wheel all about de street_e,
No more baige to tred, den by massa beat_e.

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5.
No more white man stare, wen he stand in mob_e,
And felte our lubly fair, which make em sigh and sob_e
Dar our wibes be gran, and in dimons shin_e.
While ebery kullered man, hab much he drink ob wine_e.

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6.
Dar we make de best sugar, fetch from Havanna,
While our dorters fair, play on de piano,
No more cry bad corn, or pepper pot all hot_e,
But work de lubly korn, and res in sturdy grad_e.

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7.
No more our sons cry weep, no more he be the back_e
No more our dorters weep, kase dey all call em black_e,
Mo more dey wan to be, no more wash and cook_e.
But ebery day we see em read de novel book_e.

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8.
No more wid black and [handshake?] bond and shoe to shin_e,
But hab all tidings flash, and all ob 'em sublim_e,
No more dance for eel, am all dat kind of fish_e,
No more cat corn meal, but hab de best ob dish_e,

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9.
Dar we hab parties big, dar dance an play de fiddle,
Der waltz an hab de jig, cast off an down de middle,
Den in gran saloon, we take the blushin damsel,
Where eyes shine like de moon, an ebery mood de cram full,

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10.
Dar dance at nite de jig, what what man call cotillion
In hall so mity big it hole haff a million;
Den take our partners out, den forward two mallock_e
De cross an turn about, an den go home in hack_e.

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11.
Dar too we are sure to make our dorters de fine lad_e,
And wen de husbans take, dey love de common grad_e
An den perhaps our son, he rise in glorious splender,
An be like Washington, be contry's defender.

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