Our massa Jefferson he say,
Dat all mans free alike are born;
Den tell me, why should Quashee stay,
To tend de cow and hoe de corn?
Huzza for massa Jefferson;
And if all [mans?] alike be free
Hab house and corn! for poor Quashee
No hab de one, no habe de oder.
And why should one hab de white wife,
And me hab only Quangeroo?
Me no see reason for me life!
No! Quashee hab de white wife too,
For make all like, let blackee hab
De white womans … dat be de track!
Den Quashee de white wife will hab,
And massa Jefferson shall hab de black.
Why should a judge, (him alway white,)
‘Pon pickaninny put him paw,
Cause he steal little! dat no rite!
No! Quashee say he’ll hab no law,
Who care, me wonder, for de judge?
Quashee no care … no not a feder;
Our party soon we make him trudge,
We all be democrat togeder.
For where de harm to cut de troat
Of him no like! or rob a little?
To take him hat, or shoe, or coat,
Or wife, or horse, or drink, or vittle?
Huzza for us den! we de boys
To rob, and steal, and burn, and kill;
Huzza! me say, and make de noise!
Huzza for Quashee? Quashee will
Huzza for massa Jefferson!