current, a dozen of the negro boat-hands, standing on the freight, piled up on the low forecastle, began to sing, waving hats and handkerchiefs, and shirts lashed to poles, towards the people who stood on the sterns of the steam-boats at the levee. After losing a few lines, I copied literally into my note-book: Oh, we is gwine up de Red River, oh! Cho.?Oahoiohieu. Oh, we mus part from you dah asho'. Cho.?Oahoiohieu. Give my lub to Dinah, oh! Cho.?Oahoiohieu. For we is gwine up de Red River. Cho.?Oahoiohieu. Yes, we is gwine up de Red River. Cho.?Oahoiohieu. Oh we must part from you dah oh. Cho.?Oahoiohieu." [The wit introduced into these songs has, I suspect, been rather over-estimated. On another occasion I took down the following: " John come down in de holler, Oh, work and talk and holler, Oh, John, come down in de ho ler, Ime gwine away to-morrow. Oh, John, &c. Ime gwine away to marry, Oh, John, &c. Get my cloves in order, Oh. John, &c. I'se gwine away to-morrow, Oh, John, &c. Oh, work and talk and holler, Oh, John, &c. Massa guv me dollar, Oh, John, &c. Don't cry yer eyes out, honey, Oh, John, &c. I'm gwine to get some money, Oh, John, &c. But I'll come back to-morrow, Oh, John, &c. So work and talk and holler, Oh, John, &c. Work all day and Sunday, Oh, John, &c. Massa get de money, Oh, John, &c. After the conclusion of this song,