| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
24 CHRISTY'S |
||
|
Rosa Bell.
Darkies, listen while I tell, Ou, &c. Of my love for Rosa Bell, Ou, &c.
Of dat lubly yaller gal,
How dem niggers lubb'd her all,
But on me her 'fections fell—
My dearest Rosa Bell.
Chorus Darkies, &c.
fiie said she lubb'd me dear as life, Ou, &c. 3he promised she would be vay wife, Ou, &©,
But massa he did send me far—
He said that we should lub no more;
And, Oh! he did my Rosa sell—
My poor Rosa Bell.
Cltorus. Darkies, &c.
She pined for many a dreary day, Ou, &c. And massa then said I might stay, Ou, &c.
But her heart was broke—they could not sa**
My Rosa from the cold, cold grave;
And soon the solemn sounding knell
Was tolling for poor Bell.
Chorus. Darkies, &c. |
||
|
Parody — "On Old Long Island's Sea-gin
Shore."
Down in Warginny's lubly State, Whar fust dis child did see de sun,
Dar libs a gal wid beauty great— 0, she's de charm ob ebery one! |
||
|
V |
||