In The Louisiana Lowlands

By Lou Morris of Morris Brother’s Minstrels
(Music may be bought at Oliver Ditson Company, Boston)

Way down in Louisiana, not many years age,
There lived a colored gentleman his name was Pompey Snow,
He played de banjo and on de tambourine,
And for rattling of the bones he was the greatest ever seen.
In the Louisiana Lowlands, lowlands low,
In the Louisiana lowlands, low.
Chorus
In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands low —
In the Louisiana lowlands, low.
One night old Pompey started off to play for Caesar Clum,
But before he went he fortified with a good stout glass of rum;
When on the road he thought he saw a darkey, tall and grim.
So Pompey laid the banjo down to break the darkey’s chin:
In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands low —
In the Louisiana lowlands, low.
Says he, old chap, just move along, or else I’ll spoil you face,
But dis darkey didn’t seem to move from out his hiding place,
So drawing back he crooked his head, and down at him cachunk,
But Pompey made a sad mistake, for ’twas nothing but a stump;
In the Louisiana lowlands, lowlands low —
In the Louisiana lowlands low,
The stump it proved a little hard, too hard for Pompey’s wool,
For when he struck the hickory knot went through the darkey’s skull;                        They found his banjo by his side, and Pompey lyin dead,                                             By de breaking of his head,                                                                                                       And dey buried him in the lowlands.

Requested by J. D. B., Baldwinsville, Mass.