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22 Christy's plantation melodies.
Oh! do n't you remember the hounds, Old Ned,
And how, by the light of the moon, We ofttimes have chased, when the rest were in bed,
In pursuit of the sweet-meated coon ? The coon-dogs are all of them gone, Old Ned,
Save one poor, blind, lonely cur; He sleeps all the day on his bed of straw,
So old that he scarcely can stir.
Oh ! don't you remember—you do, Old Ned,
Though your hairs are white as the snow— The day when our kind-hearted mistress was wed
To her lover, a handsome young beau ? Delighted our master's heart was, Old Ned,
As he press'd to his bosom her form; Whilst the tears rolled down on the young child's head
From their fountain so full and so warm.
Well we remember the blessings that fell
On the heads of that happy young pair, When the parson pronounced them to be man and wife,
And feelingly poured forth a prayer; But alas ! our mistress is gone, Old Ned,
Her spirit and master's have flown, And I have no friend to care for me now,
But you, Ned, save you, Ned, alone.
The Old Corn Mill.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Roddon and Stewart, Philadelphia.
The home of my childhood, that dearly-loved spot, Where the yellow corn is growing round my father's
old cot, There many happy days I spent, I yet remember
well, With my kind old mother, by the old corn mill.