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My Dearest Dear
9. Oh, hasten on that happy day When I must leave this clod of clay And soar aloft o'er yon blest plain And there meet Mary and my Jane.
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MY DEAREST DEAR
See Campbell and Sharp, No. 77; Hudson, Journal, XXXIX, 146. The refrain does not occur in either of the above texts.
No local title. Obtained from Mrs. Mary Tucker, Varnell, Georgia, 1929.
1. The time is drawing very near
When I and you must part. It little do you think or care
For the grief of my poor heart, For the grief of my poor heart, my love,
For the grief of my poor heart. It little do you think or care
For the grief of my poor heart.
2.1 wish my breast was made of glass,
And in it you would behold Your name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold. In letters of bright gold, my love,
In letters of bright gold. Your name in secret I would write,
In letters of bright gold.
3. The blackest crow that ever flew
Will surely turn to white, If ever I prove false to you.
Bright days will turn to night, Bright days will turn to night, my love,
Bright days will turn to night, If ever I prove false to you,
Bright days will turn to night.
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