109.

CHARLESTON GALS.

1. As I walked down the new-cut road,

I

met the tap and

then the toad; The toad commenced to whistle and sing, And the

possum cut the pigeon wing.

A-long come an old man

riding by: Old man, if you don't mind, your horse will die ;

If he dies I'll tan his skin, And if he lives I'll ride him a

gin.

Hi

ho, for Charleston gals! Charleston gals are the gals for me.

2 As I went a-walking down the street,

Up steps Charleston gals to take a walk with me.

I kep' a walking and they kep' a talking,

I danced with a gal with a hole in her stocking.

[A very good specimen, so far as notes can give one, of the strange barbario songs that one hears upon the Western steamboats.]