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Christy's plantation melodies. 69
Chorus. Then pity my poor Susan Rayne,
Deep sorrow broke her aching heart-— Then pity my poor Susan Rayne, We'll never meet again.
All night I sat upon her grave,
And sorely I did cry, " Awake ! awake! my love, awake,
Or let me with thee die; For in this wretched world of woe
I ne'er shall rest again, Until I'm sleeping by thy side,
My own dear Susan Rayne."
Chora*. Oh, pity then poor Susan Rayne, &c.
The M. P.'s Musical Invitation.
[The M. P. invites Miss Snow to accompany him on a short tour up the East river, she having been detected in " stealing trash," alias a purse. Broder Bones is too much affected with tha incident, so he requests Mr. Johnson to sing it.]
♦ Oh, just you now come here, And your future home shall be Where naughty spirits rove, In the pen-i-ten-tia-re— In the peni—peni— In the pen-i-ten-tia-re.
There are spirits ripe to dare
In the caverns they call cells, And to clip thy raven hair
There a barber always dwells. In a tiny little boat
Thou shalt stem the river's tide, Or in a prison-car
Sit with " M. P." by your side
Chorus. So just you now come here, &c.