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34 Christy's plantation melodies.
Sent for doctor, sent for nurse, Doctor came, and she grew worse, I tried to make her smile, but no, She said, Now don't forget me, Joe!
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Sad was I in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 'Neath the wild Banana tree.
They gave her up, no power could sa\e,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. She whisper'd, Follow to the grave,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. I took her hand, 'twas cold as death, So cold, I scarce could draw my breath, She saw my tears in sorrow flow, Then said, Farewell, my dearest J«e 1
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Rosa sleeps in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 'Neath the wild Banana tree.
Our Hut on the Old Plantation.
Far away down is the good old farm,
Where we darkies used to dwell; Oh ! how we've often longed to see
The place we loved so well. There first we saw the morning sun,
As it lighted up the sky ; Oh! take us back to the sweet old spot,
For there we all wish to die.
Chorus. Then darkies sing, as on we roam, And tell throughout creation The happy times we had at home, Our hut on the old plantation.
Father and mother, old now and gray, Still do hoe and shell the corn,
While we, their children, work far away From the spot where we were born.