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Now, folks, I'll tell you something true,
Widout any fear, dat's berry clear, I'se not going to marry Cynthia Sue-But Rosa dear, my Rosa dear. And when we're married we'll have a spree, Which we invite all de white folks to see, How happy den dis darkey will be Wid Rosa dear, his Rosa dear.
Chorus. O, de sun, &c.
I'm off for Charleston.
The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.
My massa an my missus, dey both am gone away, Dey gone to de Sulpher Springs de summer months
tb stay; An while dey'r off togeder, on dis little kind pb
spree, I'll go down to Charleston, de pretty gals to see.
I'm off for Charleston early in de morning, I'm off for Charleston a little while to stay.
Give my respects to ev'ry pretty yaller gal, I'm off for Charleston before de broke ob day.
My Nelly waved her handkerchief when she seed
me go, Floating down de ribber wid de old banjo. As I stood and gazed upon her, I wiped away a
tear, An de last word I sed to her was, Far you well, my
Chorus. I'm off for Charleston, &c.