From Marsh's Selection, or, Singing for the Million. New York: Richard Marsh, 1854:

WILD GOOSE NATION.

Here I am, as you diskiver,
All de way from Roaring River;
Here I cum, as you must know,
For to play de ole banjo.

CHORUS: Oh Lord, gals, gib me chaw tobacco.
Oh Lord, fetch on de whiskey,
Makes a man glad to get a little boosey.

Way down in de Indian nation,
Pretty little gals from de wild goose nation
My wife's dead, an' I'm a widow,
All de way from Roaring River.

Ole Massa Miller goes out a preachin',
'Bout de world coming to pieces,
An' if you want to do what's right,
Go an' join de Millerite.

No, den, if dis should happen,
Den good bye to Arthur Tappen;
But if it should fail,
We'll ride ole Miller on a rail.

Time draws near, it does by Job,
So now get ready your ascension robes;
Farewell, ladies, I must go,
To git some strings for my ole banjo.

Uncle Samel, and Massa Jess,
Dey buy a bully cider press,
De hoops flew off, de barrel buss,
An' blew 'em up in a thunder guss.


[William Miller, preacher, prophesied the end of the world in 1843. Arthur Tappen was an abolitionist. Roaring River is both a river and a town in North Carolina.]