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Christy's plantation melodies. . 35
The Old Log Hut at Home.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth,
Pond &, Co., New York.
■ Down by the river our log hut stands, Where father and mother once dwelt, And the old door-latch that was worn by our hands, And the church where in prayer we knelt; Years, years have pass'd since that happy time, But the river keeps rolling along, And rippling sound on the mossy bank, Is singing the same old song.
Chorus. Row, row, row your boat Gently down the stream, All that is past is gone, you know, The future but a dream.
There stands the tree we used to climb,
And the mill with its rolling din,
And the old wharf-boat there it used to float
Where the school-boys used to swim.
High grass grows on the master's grave,
And the river keeps rolling along,
And the birds and the bees, the blossoms, the trees,
Are singing the same old song.
Chorus. Row, row, row your boat, &c.
Aunt Dinah Roe.
O, well I remember old Aunt Dinah Roe— Her eye dim with age, and her wool like the snow— The lived in a hut near the river Pee Dee, And more than a mother was Dinah to me; For she was the first one to learn me a tune— The first one that taught me to trap the old coon— And long as the blood in this body shall flow, I'll 'member with gratitude Aunt Dinah Roe.