by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
De Camptown ladies sing dis song
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Language: English
De Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doodah, doodah, De Camptown race track five miles long, Oh! Doodah day! I came down dah wid my hat cav'd in, Doodah, doodah, I go back home wid a pocket full ob tin Oh! Doodah day. Gwine to run all night! Gwine to ride all day! I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. De long-tail filly and de big black hoss, Doodah, doodah, Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, Oh! Doodah day! De blind hoss stickin' in a big mud hole Doodah, doodah, Can't touch de bottom wid a ten-foot pole, Oh! Doodah day. Gwine to ride, etc. Old Muley cow came on to de track, Doodah, doodah, De bob-tail fling her ober his back, Oh! Doodah day! Den fly along like a railroad car, Doodah, doodah, Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star, Oh! Doodah day. Gwine to ride, etc.
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View text with all available footnotesNote: Camptown is a town in Pennsylvania from which a five-mile horse race to the town of Merryall used to take place.
Text Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-08-25
Line count: 30
Word count: 164