Come listen all you galls and boys I's jist from Tuckyhoe, I'm going to sing a little song, my name's Jim Crow, Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. Oh I'm a roarer on de fiddle, and down in old Virginny, They say I play de skyentific like Massa Pagannini. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. I went down to de riber, I didn't mean to stay, But dere I see so many galls, I couldn't get away. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. I git upon a flat boat, I cotch de uncle Sam, But I went to see de place where de kill'd Packenham. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. And den I do to Orleans and feel so full of fight, Dey put me in de Calaboose and keep me dare all night. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow. _______