We’ll put for de souf Ah! dat’s the place,
For the steeple chase and de bully hoss race
Poker, brag, eucher, seven up and loo,
Den chime in Niggas, won’t you come along too.
No use talkin when de Nigga wants to go,
Whar de corntop blossom and de canebrake grow;
Den come along to Cuba, and we’ll dance de polka juba,
Way down souf, whar de corn grow.