Camptown Races

De Camptown Races (bil-Malti: It-Tiġrijiet Camptown) jew Gwine to Run all Night (bil-Malti: Se Niġri Tul il-Lejl Sħiħ, magħrufa sempliċement bħala Camptown Races, hija kanzunetta ta' minstrel miktuba u komposta mill-kompożitur Amerikan Stephen Foster f'nofs is-seklu dsatax. Ġiet ippubblikata fi Frar tal-1850 minn F. D. Benteen, u verżjoni differenti b'akkumpanjament tal-kitarra nħarġet fl-1852 bit-titlu 'The Celebrated Ethiopian Song/Camptown Races' (bil-Malti: Id-Diska Etjopjana Ċelebrata/Tiġrijiet Camptown). Għalkemm ma kisbitx suċċess mill-ewwel, il-kanzunetta eventwalment saret waħda mill-aktar popolari tal-ġeneru tal-Amerikana u tal-mużika popolari.

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De Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                        De Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!                                                                         I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                            I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh, doo-dah day!

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Gwine to run all night!                                                                                                                                                                                                                Gwine to run all day!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail nag,                                                                                                                                                                                        Somebody bet on de bay.

De long tail filly and de big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                           Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                  De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                     Can’t touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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Old muley cow come on to de track, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                    De bob-tail fling her ober his back, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                                Den fly along like a rail-road car, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                  Runnin’ a race wid a shootin’ star, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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See dem flyin’ on a ten mile heat, Doo-dah doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                    Round de race track, den repeat, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                                           I win my money on de bob-tail nag, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                 I keep my money in an old tow-bag, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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 Il-Lirika Moderna 
Camptown ladies sing this song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                          Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!                                                                                                                                                                   I come down here with my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                   I go back home with a pocket full of tin, Oh, doo-dah day!

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The long tail filly and the big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                           They fly the track and they both cut across, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                  The blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                     Can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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Old muley cow come on to the track, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                    The bob-tail fling her over his back, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                                Then fly along like a rail-road car, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                  Runnin’ a race with a shootin’ star, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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See them flyin’ on a ten mile heat, Doo-dah doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                    Round the race track, then repeat, Oh, doo-dah-day!                                                                                                                                                                                           I win my money on the bob-tail nag, Doo-dah! doo-dah!                                                                                                                                                                 I keep my money in an old tow-bag, Oh, doo-dah-day!

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