by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

De Camptown ladies sing dis song
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]1 all night!
Gwine to [ride]1 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]2 hole
Doodah, doodah,
Can't touch de bottom wid a ten-foot pole,
Oh! Doodah day.

Gwine to [ride]1, etc.

Old Muley cow came on [to]3 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]1, etc.

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Note: Camptown is a town in Pennsylvania from which a five-mile horse race to the town of Merryall used to take place.
1 Grainger: "ride"
2 Grainger: "bog"
3 omitted by Grainger

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This text was added to the website: 2009-08-25
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Word count: 156