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28 Christy's plantation melodies.
Old Missus tried persuading, and old Massa he did
fret, Because young Massa was away, accumulating debt; Old Massa sent a letter to young Massa, with advice For the future to do better, and to marry something
Chorus. But I dig. dig, &c.
So my young Massa Harry kinder sorter shook his head, Resolved at once to ma\ry, as he ought to, so he said ; And he found a planter's daughter, very pretty, rich
and tall, Went right away to court her; pleased the lady,
friends and all. * Chorus. But I dig, dig, &c.
The summer had departed, and gone where all the
flowers; Cold autumn had arrived, with all its misty, moisty
When home came my young Massa, with a very sweet
young bride, Far sweeter than the honeycomb, without a bit of
Chorus. But I dig, dig, &c.
With old familiar faces, young Massa stay'd at home, Never went to balls or races, never felt inclined to
roam; At last there came a little child, in the rosy month of
June, And the old folks, and the young folks, all began this
Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree-top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,-— Pown comes rock-a-bye, cradle and all.