There are a lot more verses (44!) to this minstrel song as originally composed, from Wikisource: By Thomas D. Rice, 1832 Jump Jim Crow 1 Come listen all you galls and boys I's just from Tuckyhoe, I'm goin to sing a little song, My name is Jim Crow Chorus Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. 2 Oh, I'm a roarer on de Fiddle, And down in old Virginny, They say I play de skyentific Like Massa Pagannini. 3 I git 'pon a flat boat I cotch de Uncle Sam Den I went to see de place Where dey kill'd Packenham. 4 I went down to de riber, I did'nt mean to stay, But dere I see so many galls, I couldn't get away. 5 And den I go to Orleans An feel so full of fight Dey put me in de Calaboose, An keep me dare all night. 6 When I got out I hit a man, His name I now forget, but dere was nothing left 'Sept a little grease spot 7 I wip my weight in wildcats I eat an Alligator, And tear up more ground Dan kifer 50 load of tater 8 I sit upon a Hornet's nest, I dance upon my head, I tie a Wiper' round my neck And den I go to bed. 9 Dere's Possum up de gumtree An Raccoon in de hollow, Wake Snakes for June bugs Stole my half a dollar 10 A ring tail'd monkey An a rib nose Babboon, Went out de odder day To spend de arternoon. 11 Oh de way dey bake de hoecake In old Virginny neber tire Dey put de hoe upon de foot An hole it to de fire. 12 Oh by trade I am a carpenter, But be it understood, De way I get my liben is, By sawing de ticj oh wood. 13 I'm a full blooded niggar, Oh de real ole stock, An wid my head and shoulder I can split a horse block. 14 I struck a Jersey niggar, In de street de oder day, An I hope I neber stir If he didn't turn gray. 15 I'm berry much afraid of late Dis jumping will be no good. For while de Crow are dancing, De Wites will saw de wood. 16 But if dey get honest, By sawing wood like slaves Der'es an end to de business, Ob our friend Massa Hays. 17 I met a Philadelphia niggar Dress'd up quite nice & clean But de way he 'bused de Yorkers I thought was berru mean. 18 So I knocked down dis Sambo And shut up his light, For I'm jist about as sassy, As if I was half white. 19 But he soon jumped up again, An 'gan for me to feel, Says I go away you niggar, Or I'll skin you like an eel. 20 I'm so glad dat I'm a niggar, And don't you wish you was too For den you'd gain popularity By jumping Jim Crow. 21 Now my brodder niggars, I do not think it right, Dat you should laugh at dem Who happen to be white. 22 Kase it dar misfortune, And dey'd spend ebery dollar, If dey only could be Gentlemen ob colour. 23 It almost break my heart, To see dem envy me, And from my soul I wish dem, Full as black as we. 24 What stuf it is in dem, To make de Debbil black I'll prove dat he is white In de twinkling of a crack. 25 For you see loved brodders, As true as he had a tail, It is his very weakness What makes him turn pale. 26 I went to Hoboken, To hab a promenade, An dar I see de pretty gals, Drinking de Lemonade. 27 Dat sour and dat sweet, Is berry good by gum', But de best of lemonade is, Made by adding rum. 28 At de Swan cottage, Is de place I tink, Whar dey make dis 'licious An 'toxicating drink. 29 Some go to Weehawk, An some to Brooklyn hight But dey better stay at home, If dey want to see de sight. 30 To go to de museum, I'm sure it is dare duty, If for noting else, Jist to see de sleeping beauty. 31 An dare is daddy Lambert, An a skeleton on he hunkie, An likeness of Broadway dandy In a glass case of monkies. 32 De Broadway bells, When dey carry full sail, Around dem wear a funny ting, Just like a fox tail. 33 When you hear de name of it, I sure it make you roar, Why I ax'd 'em what it was, And dey said it was a boar. 34 De great Nullification, And fuss in de South, Is now before Congress, To be tried by word ob mouth. 35 Dey hab had no blows yet, And I hope dey nebber will, For its berry cruel in bredren One anoders blood to spill. 36 Wid Jackson at de head, Dey soon de ting may settle For ole Hickory is a man, Dat's tarnal full ob mettle. 37 Should dey get to fighting, Perhaps de blacks will rise, For deir wish for freedom, Is shining in deir eyes. 38 An if de blacks should get free, I guess dey'll fee some bigger, An I shall concider it, A bold stroke for de niggar. 39 I'm for freedom, An for Union altogether, Aldough I'm a black man, De white is call'd my broder. 40 I'm for a union to a gal, An dis is a stubborn fact, But if I marry an dont like it, I'll nullify de act. 41 I'm tired of being a single man An I'm tarmined to get a wife For what I think de happiest Is de swee married life. 42 Its berry common 'mong de white To marry and get divorced But dat I'll nebber do Unless I'm really forced 43 I think I see myself in Broadway Wid my wife upon my arm, And to follow up de fashion, Dere sure can be no harm. 44 An I caution all white dandies, Not to come in my way, For if dey insult me, dey'll in de gutter lay. Cheerily, Charlie Ipcar
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