%images; ]> scsm-000043 The black brigade : plantation song and dance ; sung with great success at Bryant's Minstrels / words & music composed by Dan D. Emmett ...: a machine readable transcription. STERN COLLECTION OF LINCOLNIANA, Library of Congress Selected and converted. American Memory, Library of Congress.

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The Black Brigade.

Dar's someting rong a brewin'; Gwine to jine de Union. Dar's someting rong a brewin', Hy-ro! we go! We're on de brink ob ruin; Gwine to jine de Union, Ah, ah, ah, ah! de boys from Linkum Land.

Chorus: Den harness up de mule, Be careful how ye whip, An' mind your eye, Sam Johnson am de nigga Gin'ral, We're de Brack Brigade, Why don't ye let her rip? Jeemeses Ribber Massa Greely, O!

We am de snolly-gosters, (Repeat.) An' lubs Jim Ribber oysters.

We're gwine to fight de South, O, (Repeat.) All by de 'word ob mouth,' O.

To fight for death an' glory, (Repeat.) Am quite annudder story.

Old John Brown dey strung 'im, (Repeat.) As high as Haman hung 'im.

I'll take my boat an' paddle, (Repeat.) For freedom will skydaddle.