"Go on, Lize,
Go on, Lize,
Go on, Lizy Jane,
I'll tell my mother when I go home
The boys won't let the girls alone,
Go on, Lizy Jane."
Johnny Huntsman.
"Walk him, Johnny Huntsman,
You can't catch square.
Walk him, Johnny Huntsman,
You can't catch square.
Chorus."Dear little Johnny was my son,
And I can bounce him all around
From my elbow to my thumb,
I'll never come here no mo'.
"Run him, Johnny Huntsman,
You can't catch square.
Run him, Johnny Huntsman,
You can't catch square.
"He's down in the garding.
You can't catch square,
He's hid among the daisies,
You can't catch square.
Chorus."Dear little Johnny," &c.
Two by Two.
"Here we go two by two.
Do you want to get married?
Yes, I do.
Marry by love, and let it be true,
Salute your bride, and pass on through.
The needle works finely.
The thread runs through.
I courted a many pretty girls
Before I court you.
Hug so neat,
Kiss so sweet.
Take all that to make it look neat."
In this last we half enter on another class of songs, those originating among the whites—commonly long ago in Europe, but now finally lodged in the negro memory and fancy. The juxtaposition is
