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60 BLUE GRASS BALLADS |
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CHRISTMAS IN THE OLE TIME.
Now, love, come and sing with me, Within this home beside the sea; And sit you, daughter, at my knee,
To help the homely rhyme. I'll sing of days ere you were born: Of apples and the gathered corn; Of darkies and the dinner horn,
And Christmas in the ole time.
We'll tune the banjo to the lay, And make the music light and gay, For that, my loved ones, was the way
Of "we-all," in the prime And happy days of long ago, When Uncle Jube and Mammy Chlo' Made jolly times like honey flow
For Christmas in the ole time.
More love shines in black mammy's face; More joy pervades the old home place; The sun streams down with softer grace;
The distant church bell's chime Has sweeter music in its ring; More merrily the darkies sing, And jollier greetings meetings bring,
In Christmas in the ole time. |
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