Lyr. Add: LUCY LONG
London printing, 1844

Oh now I come before you,
To sing a little song
And play the tum tum Bango (sic)
Bout lubly Lucy Long.

Oh none's so fair as Lucy,
Dat sweet Miss Lucy Long.
Oh none's so fair as Lucy,
Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long.
2
Miss Lucy's berry saucy,
When'eer I talk ob lub-
You'd tink her eyes were comets-
Dey're as big as a washing tub.
Oh none's so fair, etc.
3
Her face, all black and shiny,
Is smooth as the skins ob soles;
Her figure is so charming,
Just like a great sack ob coals.
Oh none's so fair, etc.
4
When last she went a dancing
She trod the floor so light
Dat all de Niggers jump up
And run off in a fright.
Oh none's, etc.
5
And when dat we are married,
As sure as she was born,
If she turn out a wixen,
I'll trade her away for corn,
And nebber again see Lucy,
Dat Lucy, Miss Lucy Long.

1844, London, "Musical Bouquet" No. 82, p. 136. Office: 192 High Holborn. K. J. Allan, 20 Warwick Lane, Paternoster Row.

John Hopkins Collection, American Memory. https://jscholarship.library.jhu.edu ... Not included in the "Music" link at American Memory.
Another version to add to the post by Jim Dixon.