Little Liza Jane

I got a gal and you got none, Li'l Liza Jane.
I got a gal an' you got none, Li'l Liza Jane.

Chorus:
Oh Li'l Liza, Little Liza Jane.
Oh Li'l Liza, Little Liza Jane.

Come, my love, and live with me, Li'l Liza Jane.
I will take good care of thee, Li'l Liza Jane.

Jimmy John is layin' low, Li'l Liza Jane.
Honey, take me for you beau, Li'l Liza Jane.

Goin' to throw the dice away, Li'l Liza Jane.
When you name the happy day, Li'l Liza Jane.

Bumble bee he out for sips, Li'l Liza Jane.
Takes mah sweetmeats from yo' lips, Li'l Liza Jane.

Liza Jane done come to me, Li'l Liza Jane.
Both as happy as can be, Li'l Liza Jane.

Every mornin' when I wake, Li'l Liza Jane.
Smell the ham an buckwheat cakes, Li'l Liza Jane.

House and lot in Baltimore, Li'l Liza Jane.
Lots of children round the door, Li'l Liza Jane.

Nevermore from you I'll roam, Li'l Liza Jane.
Bestest place is home sweet home, Li'l Liza Jane.

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Little Liza Jane—Another version

When I go a-courtin' I'll go on the train.
When I go to marry I'll marry Liza Jane.

Chorus:
O Law', Liza, po' gal, O Law', Liza Jane,
O Law', Liza, po' gal, She died on the train.

The hardest work I ever did was a-brakin'on a train;
The easiest work I ever did was a-huggin' Liza Jane.

When I went to see her she met me at the door;
Her shoes and stockings in her hand, and her feet all over the floor.

When I went to see her she wrung her hands and cried;
She swore I was the ugliest thing that ever lived or died.

I ask little Liza to marry me. What do you reckon she said?
Said she would not marry me If everybody else was dead.

Goin' up the mountain to raise a patch of cane,
To make a barrel of sorghum to sweeten up Liza Jane.

Whisky by the barrel sugar by the pound,
A great big bowl to put it in and a spoon to stir it round.

I wish I had a needle and a thread as fine as I could sew,
I would sew all the girls to my coat-tail and down the mountain I'd go.

Old corn likker's done made still's tore out an'gone.
What will pore little Liza do when I'm took off an' gone?

Don't you weep, my darling don't you weep nor cry;
I'll be back to see you in the long old by-and-by.

You can climb the cherry tree and I will climb the rose;
How I love that pretty little gal God almighty knows.

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