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NELLY WAS A LADY |
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2 Now I'm unhappy and I'm weeping, 4
Can't tote de cotton-wood no more:
Last night, while Nelly was a sleeping,
Death came a knockin' at de door.
3 When I saw Nelly in de morning, ;
Smile till she open'd up her eyes, Seem'd like de light ob day a dawning, Jist 'fore de sun begin to rise. |
Close by de margin ob de water, Whar de lone weeping willow grows,
Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter; Dar she in death may find repose.
Down in de meadow 'mong de clober,
Walk wid my Nelly by my side; Now all dem happy days am ober, Farewell, my dark Virginny bride. |
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NELL AND I |
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