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Christy's plantation melodies. 15
He makes the fiddle hum,
He makes the banjo turn, He rattles on the old jaw-bone, And beats upon the drum. Oh! Lem! Lem ! Lem! Lemuel, I say, Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the boys away
Chorus. Go down to the cotton-field, &c.
Hither We Come.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Vander-
beek, New York.
" Hither we come at old Massa's will;"
And whether in the cane-brake, in cotton field, or
'mongst the corn, Our labour we forsake at sound of Massa's horn. "Hither we go, his wish to fulfil."
Keep silence, darkies, and attention pay, to what I
have to say, And thank your kind old Massa, for to-day he give
you a holiday. Laugh and be gay, the bones and fiddle play upon
the green, And, Massa Pompey, mind your tamborine.
Long live old Massa, from him ne'er we '11 part,
Pride of this darkey's heart.
Long we 'U remain to tote in the grain,
Hoe the corn night and morn, and work away so smart.
Your labour ended, and with joy your harmless
revels see, For grateful hearts, inspir'd by mirth, true pleasure
give to me. Then happy be along with me until the hours of rest, At break of day we must away, till sun is in the
Your sports are ended.