When de fiddle gits to singin’ out a ol’ Vahginny reel,
An’ you ‘mence to feel a ticklin’ in yo’ toe an’ in yo’ heel;
Ef you t’ink you got ‘uligion an’ you wants to keep it, too,
You jes’ bettah tek a hint an’ git yo’self clean out o’ view.
Case de time is mighty temptin’ when de chune is in de swing,
Fu’ a darky, saint or sinner man, to cut de pigeon-wing.
An’ you could n’t he’p f’om dancin’ ef yo’ feet was boun’ wif twine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin’ down de line.
Don’t you know Miss Angelina? She ‘s de da’lin’ of de place.
W’y, dey ain’t no high-toned lady wif sich mannahs an’ sich grace.
She kin move across de cabin, wif its planks all rough an’ wo’;
Jes’ de same ‘s ef she was dancin’ on ol’ mistus’ ball-room flo’.
Fact is, you do’ see no cabin–evaht’ing you see look grand,
An’ dat one ol’ squeaky fiddle soun’ to you jes’ lak a ban’;
Cotton britches look lak broadclof an’ a linsey dress look fine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin’ down de line.
Some folks say dat dancin ‘s sinful, an’ de blessed Lawd, dey say,
Gwine to punish us fu’ steppin’ w’en we hyeah de music play.
But I tell you I don’ b’lieve it, fu’ de Lawd is wise and good,
An’ he made de banjo’s metal an’ he made de fiddle’s wood,
An’ he made de music in dem, so I don’ quite t’ink he ‘ll keer
Ef our feet keeps time a little to de melodies we hyeah.
W’y, dey’s somep’n’ downright holy in de way our faces shine,
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin’ down de line.
Angelina steps so gentle, Angelina bows so low,
An’ she lif huh sku’t so dainty dat huh shoetop skacely show:
An’ dem teef o’ huh’n a-shinin’, ez she tek you by de han’–
Go ‘way, people, d’ ain’t anothah sich a lady in de lan’!
When she ‘s movin’ thoo de figgers er a-dancin’ by huhse’f,
Folks jes’ stan’ stock-still a-sta’in’, an’ dey mos’ nigh hol’s dey bref;
An’ de young mens, dey ‘s a-sayin’, ‘I ‘s gwine mek dat damsel mine,’
When Angelina Johnson comes a-swingin’ down de line.
