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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
It was early in November ;
Ah, the time I well remember! Tho' that was more than sixty years agone,
When I came here with my honey,
Blest with health but not with money, And I had my Old Virginia blood and brawn.
We'd a wagon load of " plunder," And a love that naught could sunder;
To one another we were all the earth,
And the changes time has brought us Have but only sweetly taught us
That fidelity's its own and truest worth.
Oh! 'twas lovely in this valley
When myself and darling Sally Camped on the banks of the clear and babbling stream
And the forest, deep and olden,
Tinted scarlet, green and golden, Sang vespers while we dreamed a happy dream.
Here I built my love a bower, Tho' its sweetest, fairest flower Was the little wife who dwelt therein with me;