%images; ]> scsm-000046 Jack on the green : plantation song ; composed for and sung by Bryant's Minstrels / by Dan. D. Emmett, author of U.S.G., the famous new national walk around ...: a machine readable transcription. STERN COLLECTION OF LINCOLNIANA, Library of Congress Selected and converted. American Memory, Library of Congress.

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Jack on de Green.

'Tis ober de hills so high, an down in de valleys low, Jis' hear dat noise, so wake up boys! dar's a niggar on de wood-pile sure! Dey squash de sugar cane, an boiling lasses flow. I dress'd so neat an so clean, to meet old Jack on de green.

Chorus: Be ready cut an dry, De moon am gettin high, Sally ann, scratch your track in de grabble an be off 'fore de broke 'o day; You kiss her shiney [shiny] face, Den sugar loss its tase, Her eye shine like a long taller candle for to gib us a light on de way.

Old Jack was a hunkey boy— he was de fam'ly pride, He was a kin' to his mamm, all by his fadders side.

De niggars in de town, dey calls him: “Brudder Chip,” It took ten pair ob hinges, to hang his under lip.

Old Jack was ten feet high, an forty feet aroun, He hab to look down twice before he seen de groun.

He nebber could make lub, which did de ladies vex, Dey court him haff one day, and tudder haff de nex.

Dar's Uncle Sam dey say, hab spoken to his dad, To buy Jack's cow hyde boots, to make an iron clad.

But fadder Abram says: “I knows what I'm about,” “I'm gwine to charter Jack, to tread de rebels out!”