When Lucy Jackson went to see the great Salome dance,
She said, "If this is what they want, I think I'll take a chance;
I'm going to do, Salome, too; I'll have a costume made,
And give them a sensation at the porters masquerade."
Now Lucy she, was forty three and very fat and black,
To see her from the back, you'd swear it was a hack:
So when she made, the masquerade, and glided o'er the floor,
Instead of one Salome, Lucy looked like three or four.
The coons all flocked around her, she held them in a spell;
And when she started in to dance, they all began to yell:
"Oh, you Salome Jackson! You're the queen of the colored ball
Oh you, Salome Jackson! Why you've got it on them all;
For you've put it all over Tanguay, and Gertrude Hoffman too;
They haven't got a chance, in a barefoot dance, Miss Jackson, with you."
When Lucy reached her home that night, said she: "It's plain to see;
I'm full of talent, this here town ain't no good place for me;
Instead of taking washing in, I might be all the rage;
If I should try Salome on the reg'lar actin' stage."
She got a chance, to do her dance, with a burlesquing show,
And Lucy made it go; she did Salome so:
She didn't dance it like the rest, around her lover's head,
But danced around a watermelon she had there instead.
The coons up in the gallery were nearly falling out;
For when they saw that melon there, they all began to shout: