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70 Christy's plantation melodies.
Ah, believe that there you'll dwell,
And the tarry ropes entwine, And that every wretched cell
Has a task as hard as thine; Hopes as long as thou canst pick,
Soup as weak as e'er was made, Naught but straw within the tick,
Taught to learn a useful trade.
Chorus. So 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.
Come, come, you must make haste,
Come to the pen-i-ten-tia-re,
To the pen-i-ten-tia-re;
Come, I pray, make haste
To the pen-i-ten-tia-re.
See, Darkies, See!
Burlesque from the Opera of " La Somnambula.,,
First Voice. See, sir, see! Second Voice. Oh, who can this be ? Third Voice. Yes, the mill there, the rocks and the
treeses, And the duck-pond and the geeses!
As I view now these scenes so charming, 'With fond remembrance my heart is warming, Of days long vanished, of days long vanished ; Oh, this chest!—oh, this chest is filled with pain, Finding darkies that still remain, While those days and those nights, And that must never come again.