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8 ciiristy's plantation melodies.
Blue-birds, linger here a while, O'er this sacred grassy pile, Sing your sweetest songs to me— 'Tis the grave of Eulalie.
Massa's in the Cold Ground.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth,
Pond & Co., New York.
Round the meadows' am a ringing
The darkies' mournful song, "While the mocking-bird is singing,
Happy as the day is long. Where the ivy is a creeping
O'er the grassy mound, There old massa is a sleeping,
Sleeping in the cold, cold ground.
Chorus. Down in the corn-field
Hear that mournful sound; All the darkies are a weeping— Massa's in the cold, cold ground.
When the autumn leaves were falling,
When the days were cold, 'Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
'Cause he was so weak and old. Now the orange tree is blooming
On the sandy shore, Now the summer days are coming,
Massa never calls no more.
Chorus. Down in the corn-field, &c.
Massa made the darkies love him,
He always was so kind, Now they sadly weep above him.
Mourning, for he leave them behind.