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PLANTATION MELODIES. |
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And under their influence meet De buckra and darkey so gay; And when our tunes fall on your ears. Your care is all driven away.
Chorus. Hurrah, &c.
There is room for all who will <come ; The alien can here rest in peace; And the one who has suffer'd the most, Will find all his sufferings cease. And talent and virtue may come, Borne here by the favouring sails, And listen, as oft as they please, To this great band ob dark nightingale*.
Chorus. Hurrah, &c. |
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Old Aunty Brown.
Old aunty Brown is feeble now,
Her hair is thin and grey, It wanders o'er her wrinkled brow,
And there she lets it lay; She cannot knit, she cannot read,
Nor dare she ever sew,— Yet she could do them, oh! how well,
Some fifty years ago.
Her husband, he is dead and still;
Yet he was very old ; Before he died he made his will,
And left her all his gold. She has no son to break her heart,
Nor daughter vain to feed, |
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