On the Grand Midway stood a wench one day,
Just a-watching how folks pranc'd;
Said she, "I think, wid a naughty wink,
I could do dat style of dance."
It was overheard by a Turkey bird,
And he said, "Now if that's meant
Ma burly coon, I will teach you soon,
If you'll join my Orient.
CHORUS:
She is an Oriental Coon!
Color'd folks think she'll go crazy soon,
For years she danc'd the bombershay!
Now the Kaya, on the Grand Midway.
For she is an Oriental Coon!
Coon-town went wild when this color'd child
Skipp'd to Europe, so they say;
but from there she flew, with a fat Turk who
Lost his life Thanksgiving day.
Then she sail'd for home,
said "No more I'll roam!"
But her coon friends all were sore,
Her grand display, from the old midway,
They'd no use for any more.