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Christy's plantation melodies. 43
Here Goes the Corn.
Come, listen, all you Northerners, while I do just
relate, What fun we darkies surely have, in old Virginny State. 'Tis true we work and then we eat, and that does make
us fat; At night, we sing- and dance, and play, and all such
things as that.
Chorus Then sing- aloud, and let your notes be on the breezes
borne, The happiest song that e'er was heard, Here goes, here
goes the corn !
When frost has bit the hickory lea£ and the whippoor-
will is gone, And possum he is good and fat, 'tis then you hear the
horn. Oh ! happy sound, that tells of fun and autumn's falling
leaf, And eating possum—gravy comes a-squashing through
Chorus. Then sing aloud, &,c.
When massa gives the husking match—ah! then's the
time for fun, And the corn all is put away, 'tis then the sport is just
begun; With a glass of grog, and supper too, each darkey
shouts for joy, And every darkey tries to show which is the smartest
Chorus. Then sing, here goes: and shout, here goes; ana sing,
here goes the corn, &c.
The fiddle in the barn is heard, which makes the
darkies dance, And cut more science pigeon-wings than e'er was done