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68 Christy's plantation melodies.
When Towser sp}r the darkey's eye, and through the
woods he run, To track the coon by the silver moon, that is the
Chorus. The fiddle sing, &c.
But now I'm old, and cannot play as I used to do
before, When the fiddle sing and the banjo ding—them happy
days are o'er; To Virginia land I bid adieu, and with a parting sigh I'll bid farewell to all of you—it almost makes me cry
* Chorus. The fiddle sing, &c.
When I was taken from my home,
Down in Virginia State, They parted me from one I loved,—
Sad story to relate. All day I wept, at night I cried,
" Oh, take me back again Unto my own dear happy home,
To my poor Susan liayne."
Chorus. Oh, pity my poor Susan Rayne,
No friendly voice to cheer her now-Oh, pity my poor Susan Rayne, She'll never smile again.
They sold me to a Southern man,
I did his pity gain, He loosed me from the cruel yoke,
And sent me back again. But oh, I could not Susan find,
My own dear Susan Rayne; They told me she was dead and gone,
And sleeping on the plain.