All round de moon clouds are hangin' high an' hazy;
On de lagoon moonbeams are lyin' lazy.
Dat's when dis coon's g'wine to meet ma Maisie,
An' I'm singin' de same old song.
It's not about ma Dinah 'way down in Carolina,
Ma latest love is finer, dan any flow'r dat blows.
In fact, she don't remind me of gals I'v left behind me,
For true love's chains dey bind me to Oklahoma's Rose.
CHORUS:
She can trip like moonbeams on de water;
Ev'ry step dis colour'd coon he taught her.
Just one clip around her waist I caught her
When de band play'd "Mumbling Most".
She's ma rose, ma lily an' ma daisy;
Where she goes the coloured coons go crazy.
All I knows is ma Aminta Maisie.
All through de day she keeps lookin' down demurely,
Much as to say, "I can't be a woman surely!
I still can play with ma doll securely,
For dis ain't' de time to spoon."
But when de sun am sinkin' her eyes begin a winkin'
An den I know she's thinkin' of dis yer colour'd coon.
Oh! ain't I glad I found her.
In love chains I have bound her.
Her face is rather 'rounder it's rounder dan de moon. (CHO)
She hears me call an she comes a-creepin', creepin',
Over de wall she see me leapin', leapin', leapn',
Big folks an' small quietly are sleepin',
When I meet ma lily belle.
Up an' down de ladder I'm slippin' like a shadder,
No one could be gladder dan me, I don't suppose.
I'm coaxin' her an' teasin', I'm kissin' her and squeezin',
It seems to me it's pleasin' to Oklahoma's Rose.
