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SONGS OF THE SOLDIERS AND SAILORS. 41 48. OLD BLACK JOE.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay; Gone are my friends from the cotton iields away; Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe." I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending
low. I hear those gentle voices calling, "Old Black Joe."
Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain? Why do I sigh that my friends come not again? Grieving for forms now departed long ago, I hear their genrle voices calling, " Old Black Joe."
49. OLD KENTUCKY HOME. (F.)
The sun shines bright in my old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay; The corntop's ripe and the meadows in the bloom,
While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright; Bye and bye " Hard Times " comes a-knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky home, good night.
Weep no more, my lady, oh, weep no more to-day. We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, For the old Kentucky home, far away.