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Camptown Races

De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

De Camptown racetrack five miles long -- Oh! doo-dah day!

I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- Oh! doo-dah day!

 

 

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Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run 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 -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Dey fly de track and dey both cut across -- Oh! doo-dah day!

De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole -- Oh! doo-dah day!

 

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Old muley cow come on to de track -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

De bob-tail fling her ober his back -- Oh! doo-dah day!

Den fly along like a rail-road car -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Runnin' a race with a shootin' star -- Oh! doo-dah day!

 

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Seen dem flyin' on a ten mile heat -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Round de race track, den repeat -- Oh! doo-dah day!

I win my money on de bob-tail nag -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I keep my money in an old tow-bag -- Oh! doo-dah day!

 

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Written by
Stephen Collins Foster
1826-1864 / American
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