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Christy's plantation melodies. 57
Dis way ob brushin' on through life is radder funny, But neber mind ! I'll go it, till I gets a little money; And marry Dinah Brown, one of nater's culler'd wixins; Oh, Moses ! can't she make clam brofF, and all de little fixins!
We'll hab a little cottage, at the foot of Canal Street, All fitted up witli second-handed furniture complete; And while Dinah goes out washin', and cleanin' big-bug houses, I'll hab a shop in Chatham Street for renowatin' trouses.
Den evenin's I'll lay back an' feast on cheese and
cracker, An' smoke de best short sixes, and chaw the best
An' teach the little darkies idear how to shootó Oh, Lor! dare's Massa ringing, an' I hasn't done his
Oh ! the winter winds are sighing
Over mount and valley low, As the Old Year lies a-dying
On his pallid bed of snow; And I hear the distant ringing
Of St. Catharine's convent-bell, And the nuns as they go singing,
Chaunting slowly " All is well!" All is well!" I mutter mildly;
" All is well!" but not to me ; For I loved thee, oh! too wildly,
Earth-lost angel, Florence Lee!
Such a night of last December,
On the last day of the year, Sat we then beside the embers,
Whispering to each other cheer. As we welcomed the new-comer,
Little thought we of the dearth Which the bright, long-looked-for summer
Made around the homestead hearth;