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MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME.
Key of G.
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay, The corn-top 's ripe and the meadow 's in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day. The young fonts roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright, By "n by Hard Times come a-knocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home good-night!
Chorus.—Weep, no more my lady.
Oh ! weep no more to-day !
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucy Home far away.
They hunt no more for the possum and the coon,
On the meadow, the hill, and the shore, They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,
On the bench by the old cabin door; The day goes by like the shadow o'er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight; The time has come when the darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky Homt good-night! Chorus.—Weep no more my lady, etc.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend
Wherever the darkey may go; A few more days and the trouble .all will end
In the fields where the sugar canes grow; ■ A few more days for to tote the wearv load,
Xo matter, 'twill never be light, A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky Home good-night! Churns.—Weep no more my lady, etc.
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