Old Dan Emmit's Original Banjo Melodies.
Emmit. Brower. Whitlock, Pelham.
As sang [sic] by the Virginia Minstrels with enthusiastic 
applause at the principle Theaters and Concerts in the
Union, being an entire new collection of pieces never 
before Published.

[No. 6 of 7]
"My Old Aunt Sally" (1843) 
Arranged for the Piano Forte by Rice. 
Composed by Old Dan D. Emmit.
[Daniel Decaur Emmett, 1815-1904]
Arranged for the Piano Forte by
RICE.

Boston: Cha[rle]s. H. Keith, 67 & 69 Court St. 
On stone by W. Sharp from a sketch by Johnston; 
Bouve & Sharp Lithrs. Boston 
Plate number: 126 
[Source: 020/066@Levy]

1. Agwine down to New Orleans I got upon de landin, 
I ran agin acotton bag, it foch me up a standin 
It’s alamode de duck soup, de corner ob an alley; 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 

O Sally, O Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re ri ro roun de corner Sally.

2. I as her, wont you take a ride wid me upon de lebby?
She jump up an crack her heels an swow dat she was ready,
I nebber spoke annudder word, nor shall I gib de reason
Why I lite on her ’fection for de balance ob de season.

De season, de season, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re ri ro roun de corner Sally.

3. I hitch de bull before de cart jus like a cleber feller,
Dea hit him a cut to make him go, de bull began to beller;
I turn aroun to look for Sall— I nebber shall forgetum,
Dar I see her makin track across de sandy bottom.

De bottom, de bottom, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re ri ro roun de corner Sally.

4. Up de hill an down de dale I didn’t seem to mind her,
De bull’s tail stick strat out as he keep up behind ’er,
He run slap agin a stump, an found hesef mistaken,
Sall she dodge on tudder side, an try to save her bacon.

Her bacon, her bacon, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re ri ro roun de corner Sally.

5. I brace my back agin de fence, de bull he look so sabbage,
Sez he old hoss I’l eat you up jis like I would a cabbage:
I softly creep up to him den jist like a nigger stealin, 
An lites upon him like a pig upon a tater peelin.

A peelin, a peelin, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re ri ro roun de corner Sally.

6. I gib her piece of my advice, to hunt some odder lodgin,
De bull keep gwine around de stump, an Sall she keep a dodgin,
She jump a nod or two aside, ye orter seen her bound it,
An if de bull haint broke de stump, he’s still a gwine round it.

Around it, around it, my old aunt Sally, 
I’ll tell you ob a scrape I had, wid my lubly Sally. 
Sally, Sally, my old aunt Sally, 
Ra re  ri ro roun de corner Sally.