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She got aboard de horse-boat,
To cross de O-hi-o, But fell into de ribber!— Poor, unlucky Dinah Crow!
Chorus. Oh, witching Dinah Crow, &c
De darkies all did mourn her loss —
" They'd neber see her more !" They got a cotton handkerchief
Dat floated on de shore! They held an inquest on the body,
About the poor gal's death: The verdict of the jury war,
She drown'd — for want of breath!
Chorus. Oh, witching Dinah Crow, Sec.
The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. Vanderbeck, New York.
How is you white folks, one and all ? I'm glad to see you well;
I've come to live wid you dis fall~>— .It is de truth I tell.
Wid heart and soul I'll try to please — It is my only joy ;
I'll tell you of one Nancy Teasel-She call'd me handsome boy.
Chorus Oh, Nancy! oh, Nancy!
She was my soul's delight! Her voice was like de whip-poor-will — Her eyes dey sparkled bright!