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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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Oh, I came from Upper Gullies, and me head filled up with knowledge;
And I never went to free school or any other college;
But one thing I will tell you, that is if you are willing,
I will tell you how this world was made while you are groping for a shilling.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
The world was made in six days, and then they made the sky,
And then they hung it overhead and left it there to dry;
And then they made the stars out of nigger wenches' eyes,
To give a little light when the moon it didn't rise.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
First they made the horse police and put them on the street,
Then they made the little caps to make them look complete;
Then they made the penitentiary, and then they got the throng,
And then they had them nice and handy for the races on the pond.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
Next they made the Councillors, and then they made the Mayor,
And then they made the Treasurer, and put them in the chair;
And then they made the taxes to raise the people's hearts,
And then they put the taxes on the horses and the carts.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
And then they made the cab-man's rules, a system that is grand,
And everything so simple that a child can understand;
And then the rules they printed, and they hung them in the Hall,
And then they made the lunatic when you retained them all.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
And then they made the nickel shows, and then they made the tin,
And then they made the kids to get the people in;
And then they made the Constable, and then they made the clout,
And then they made the hobnail to boot the small boy out.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
Then they made Regatta Day, and then they made the boat,
And then they made the Coxswain with the fancy linen coat;
And then they got the bag of rags, and then they got the crew,
And soaked them in molasses for the losing crew to chew.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
Next they made the Judges to get the boats in line,
Then they made the Aberdeens to give the proper time;
Then they made the fowling-piece to start them every race,
Then they made the Judge's boat to give the winning pace.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.
Then they made the motor cars so they can run them well,
And then they made the gasoline, and then they made the smell;
Then they made the dusty streets the motor cars to glide,
Then they made the crutches for the lame to jump aside.
Walk in, walk in, walk in, I say,
Oh, walk into the parlor, you'll hear the banjo play;
And gather 'round the kitchen fire, and hear the darkie's groans,
And watch the nigger's fingers while he plays upon the bones.