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Now white folks I’ll sing you a ditty,

I’se from home, but dat’s no pity,

Oh, to praise myself it am a shame,

But Robert Ridley is my name.

Oh, Bob Ridley ho, Oh, Bob Ridley ho,

Oh, Bob Ridley! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!!

ROBERT RIDLEY HO!

Oh, white folks I hab cross’d de mountains

How many miles I didn’t count ’em,

Oh, I’se left de folks at de old plantation

An’ come down here for my edecation.

De first time dat I eber got a licken,

’Twas down at de forks ob de cotton picken;

Oh! it made me dance, it made me tremble,

I golly, it made my eyeballs jingle.

New York City am a mighty fine one,

For beauty and location it ain’t behind none;

Oh! de ladies all look so sweet and gidley,

Wonder dey don’t fall in love wid old Bob Ridley.