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Christy's plantation melodies.
But, ah ! how swift those happy hours,
Those sunny days, flew by ! Like summer's gay, but short Jived flowers,
They blossom but to die. For on a winter's hapless day
Death's shadow pass'd between Our love, and from me snatched away
My darling Mary Dean.
Choruss. This heart is sad, &c.
Full marry a year hath passed since then,
And many a bitter tear Hath fallen secretly and fast,
For her who was so dear; But one sole joy is left me yet,
For in a clime serene, Where nought is mortal, I shall see
Again my Mary Dean.
Chorus. Then, fare thee well, why grieve so sore For that dear beauteous queen— We soon shall meet to part no more, Oh ! lovely Mary Dean.
The Old Banjo
I long for Saturday night to come,
To my wife's house I will go, And there within my happy home
I'll play the old banjo. When all the day I plant the corn
And hill up many a row, I'm thinking of the evening-horn
That brings the old banjo.
Chorus. The old banjo, the old banjo— The sweetest music in the world Is the old banjo.