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Christy's plantation melodies. 25
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hal!
and Son, New York.
I was raised in Mississippi, where the sugar-cane
grows tall, And I loved a pretty yellow girl, much sweeter thaa
them all. She left the place one moonlight night—we sorrow'd
much to part; No token did she leave me, but her picture on my
heart. And I moan, and I groan, all alone, all alone.
But fretting won't do for a darkie of this figure— Time enough for that when he gets a little bigger; Dancing with the yellow girls, and shucking out the
corn, Will make him forget 'Tilda Horn.
While ago I got a letter from her, thinking, as I sat, If I met her, how she'd like me, in my stylish Kossuth
hat. 'Twas the last I heard about her, and since then I'm
much in dread That she's married to another man, or else she must
" gone dead." In despair, I declare I is crack'd, that's a fact.
Chorus. But fretting won't do, &c.
Now I go about, down in the mouth, and stockings
down at heel; Like Massa Shal>speare's Hamlet, too, I'm touch'd up
here I feel. His uncle gave him good advice—mine took my clothes
in pawn; And all to raise the cash to dress—deceitful 'Tilda Horn. Oh ! this wool I could pull, this poor heart is so full.
Chorus. But fretting won't do, &c. 3