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Source: Australian melodist Songster A minstrel song that has entered the local tradition. OLD BOB RIDLEYOh! White folks, I will sing you a ditty,I'm from home, but that's no pity; To praise it I am a shame, But old Bob Ridley is my name. I'm old Bob Ridley, oh! I'm old Bob Ridley, oh! I'm old Bob Ridley, oh! I'm old Bob Ridley, oh! Oh! white folks, I've just come from the mountains, How many miles I did not count 'em; I left the folks on de old plantation, Come down here for my education. De first time I got a licking, 'Twas down in de fields at de cotton picking, it made me dance, and it made me tremble, I, golly! It made my eye-balls jingle. |