[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
A minstrel song from 1843
Words and music by Daniel D. Emmit
Arranged by Rice
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Benjamin R. Tubb:
Lyrics
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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