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48 Christy's plantation melodies.
The pine-knot blazing- in the fire
Will make a monstrous glow, And then this darkey most desire
To pick on the old banjo. The white folks their piano stop
And to my cabin go, To see the picaninnys hop,
And hear, the old banjo.
Chorus, The old banjo, &c.
When all the world is going1 wrong
And spirits mighty low, I almost wish I never was born
To play on the old banjo. But all these troubles when 1 play
Will fly like melted snow— And then I sit the live-long day,
And pick on my old banjo.
Chorus. The old banjo, &c.
When I was young, not long ago,
In Maryland I did dwell; 'Twas there I loved a yellow girl—
Oh ! wasn't she a belle ! Her form was round, not very tall
And curly was her hair; The darkies said my Susey was
The fairest of the fair.
Chorus. Then if you see my Susey dear, Speak kindly to her all; Tell her the last words that I spoke, Were, My dearest Susey Saul.
I took my love to a ball one night,
'Twas early in the fall, And 'fore three weeks had past away,
I married Susey Saul.