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Christy's plantation melodies. 19
Pompey's Trip to New York.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Henry
I came to New York city, a month or two ago,
A-hunting for that lady, my Aunty Sarah Rowe.
I saw her friends; they said she'd gone away,
They told me in the city it was no use to stay.
She take away the dollars and put them in her pocket,
She laid her hand upon it, and there she safely lock it;
They said if massa come for me, then they would
quickly meet And make a lion of me, and give me enough to eat.
Chorus. Oh ! oh ! oh ! my Aunty Sarah Rowe ! How could you leave the country, and sarve this darkey so ?
They treated this here child as tho' he was a Turk, Then told me for to leave them and go away to woik; I couldn't get no work, I couldn't get no dinner, And then I wish this fugitive was back in old Virginny. Oh! when I was a picanin, old Uncle Tom would say, Be true unto your master and never run away. He told me this at home, he told me so at parting, Pomp, don't you trust the white folks, for they are quite unsartin.
Chorus. Oh ! oh! oh ! &c.
Old massa's very kind, old missus'gentle too, And much I love my Dinah, in old Virginny true. Now I'll go back and stay there, and never more will
roamó Lor' bless the Southern ladies, and my old Southern
home. But don't come back, Aunt Sarah, in England make a
fuss, Go talk against your country, put money in your purse, And when we happy darkies you pity in your prayer, Oh! don't forget the white slaves that's starvin' over
Chorus. Oh ! oh! oh! &c.