Gwine to Run All Night; or, De Camptown Races Poem by Stephen Collins Foster

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!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bobtail 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!
Old muley cow come on to de track
Doo dah! doo dah!
De bobtail fling her ober his back
Oh! doo dah day!
Den fly along like a railroad car
Doo dah! doo dah!
Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star
Oh! doo dah day!
See 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 bobtail nag
Doo dah! doo dah!
I keep my money in an old tow bag
Oh! doo dah day!