Lyrics: Old Deacon Splivin', his flock was givin' The way of livin' right, Said he ""No wingin' no ragtime singin' tonight Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might Oh, ‘taint no use o' preachin' Oh, ‘taint no use o' teachin', Each modulation of syncopation Just tells my feet to dance, and I can't refuse When I hear the melody they call the blues; Those ever lovin' blues: Just hear Aunt Hagar's children harmonizin' To that old mournful tune, It's like a choir from on high broke loose, If the debbil brought it The good Lawd sent it right down to me, Let the congregation join While I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's Blues
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The derogatory terms, images, and ideas that appear in some of this sheet music are not condoned by the University of Mississippi. They do represent the attitudes of a number of Americans at the times the songs were published. As such, it is hoped that the sheet music in this collection can aid students of music, history, and other disciplines to better understand popular American music and racial stereotypes from the 19th- and early 20th-centuries. Read the introduction for further information to use when contextualizing this item: http://126.96.36.199/cdm4/intro_harris.php