[WARNING: This song contains racial stereotypes. It is presented in its original form for historical reasons.]
a song from 1829
words by White Snyder
An early minstrel song performed cross-dressed. The setting is a scene during slavery times.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Benjamin R. Tubb:
Lyrics
1. Lubly Rosa’ Sambo cum
Don’t you hear de Banjo tum, tum, tum
Lubly Rosa’ Sambo cum
Don’t you hear de Banjo tum, tum, tum
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
I wish I may be cortch’d if I don’t lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
2. Dat you Sambo! yes I cum
Don’t you hear de Banjo tum, tum, tum
Dat you Sambo! yes I cum
Don’t you hear de Banjo tum, tum, tum
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
I wish I maybe cortch’d if I don’t lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
3. Tay a little Sambo, I cum soon
As I make a fire in de backa room
Tay a little Sambo, I cum soon
As I make a fire in de backa room
Oh Rose bress dat Rose
I wish I may be burnt if I don’t lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
4. Make hase Rose lubly dear
I almose tiff as poker tandin here
Make haste Rose lubly dear
I almose tiff as poker tandin here
Oh Rose I almose froze
I wish I may be burnt if I dont lub Rose
Make hase Rose, I almose froze
5. Cum in Sambo don’t tand dar Shakin
De fire is burnin de hoe-cake a bakin
Cum in Sambo don’t tand dar Shakin
De fire is burnin de hoe-cake a bakin
Oh Rose Bress dat Rose
I wish I may burnt if I don’t lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
6. Sit down Sambo, warm you shin
Lord bless you honey for what make you grin
Sit down Sambo, warm you shin
Lord bless you honey for what make you grin
Oh Rose Bress dat Rose
I wish I may be burnt if I dont lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
7. I laff to tink if you was mine lubly Rose
I’d gib you plenty de Lord above knows
Of Possum fat & Hommony, sometime Rice
Cow-heel and Sugar cane & ebry ting dats nice
Oh Rose Bress dat Rose
I wish I may he shute if I dont lub Rose
Oh Rose der coal black Rose
8. What in de corner dar Rose dat I py
I know dat nigger Cuffee by de white ub he Eye
Dat not Cuffee tis a tick of wood I sure
A tick a wood wid tockey on you tell me dat shaw?
Oh Rose take care Rose
I wish I may be burnt if I don’t hate Rose
Oh Rose you blacka Snake Rose
9. Let go my arm Rose, let me at him Rush,
I swella his two lips like a black-a-ball-a-brush
Let go my arm Rose, let me at him Rush,
I swella his two lips like a black-a-ball-a-brush
Oh Rose take care Rose
Take care Rose, take care Rose
I wish I may be beat if I dont hate Rose
10. He clar himself for Sartin. He cut a dirt and run
Now Sambo follow arter, Wid his tum, tum, tum
He clar himself for Sartin. He cut a dirt and run
Now Sambo follow arter, wid his tum, tum, tum
Oh Rose farewell Rose
I wish I ma be burnt if I dont hate Rose
Oh Rose you black snake Rose
Sung here by Fred Feild: