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62 CIIIIISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES.
About twelve o'clock, at the hour of one,
A figure appears, and it strikes you dumb!
It has no flesh upon its bones;
It shakes its teeth—it laughs—it groans !
It seizes you by the wool of the head,
And it shakes you about 'till you're almost dead!
It rings in your ears, " I was murder'd there !"
And"that's what they call the old nightmare.
Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c.
The Heart-broken Darkey.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hall
and Son, New York.
Dear darkies, I'll tell you of sorrow and woe,
And the cause of this poor darkey's sadness; I have met with a most calamitous blow,
Which has driven me almost to madness ; She was pale as the light that's lit by the moon,
And her voice like the song of the dove— Her teeth were like pearls, her eyes like the coon,
She* looked like she was from above.
This poor child is sick of this humbuging world,
For all that he loves is in another. How dear to this heart was that yellow girl,
Though she never knew that I loved her.
When I saw her at first, she was young and gay,
And how lovely did look and behave— I saw her at last, on the fatal day
That she was laid in the grave. I loved her not wisely, but loved her too good,
And of it I never did speak; Congealment preyed on like the worm in the mud,
And eat all the flesh off my cheek.
Chorus. This poor child is sick, &c.