As sung by Henry Russell., Published in Davidson’s cheap and uniform Edition of his Compositions.

I heard old massa say of late,
South Carolina was de state
Where a tably nigger’ll cat a shine,
Like Dandy Jim ob Caгоline:
Yes, my old massa told me so,
‘You’m de handsomest Nigger in de country, O!
I look in de glass, it’s true I fine:
None like Dandy Jim ob Caroline!

I dress myself in de long tail blue,
As well-bred Nigger gemmen do;
My hat what ‘em call de Lillyshaller,
Creation couldn’t find its faller.
I’m sure de hatter told me so,
And de deuce is in it if he didn’t know.
De giggling gals cry, ‘How divine
Is Dandy Jim ob Caroline!’

My pantaloon’s a tartan check,
A yaller fogle-um round my neck;,
In my patent boots Peg see her face,
And was fairly rooted to de place.
Indeed, Miss Peggy told me so,
Dere wasn’t such a heel in de country, oh!
Says she, ‘I’m your’s, if you am mine,
Dear Dandy Jim ob Caroline.’

White beauty’s but skin-deep alone,
De nigger’s go right thro’ to de bone;
She’s as lubly black as you can find,
And her heel sticks out a foot behind;
Far de shoemaker told me so,,
She’s eighteen inches from de heel to de toe,
She’s form’d by Nature to be thine,
Great Dandy Jim from Caroline.

I marry her, and soon shall see
Elegant lads d’image ob me;
De gals shall show, in form and face,
Mammy’s beauty, daddy’s grace,,
My expectation tell me so,
We’ll hab four and twenty little nigs all in a row,
Boys and gals almost divine,
Like Dandy Jim ob Caroline.

Quoted from: Davidson’s Universal Melodist: Consisting of the Music and Words of Popular, Standard, and Original Songs. Vol. 1. London: Davidson, 1853: 25.