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PLANTATION MELODIES. 25 |
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Her eyes shine like de new tin-pan;
Her voice am like de bugle-horn, And louder than a full brass-ban'—
She wakes de sun up ebery morn!
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo-ah, hoo-ah!
Chorus. Down in Warginny's lubly State,
Whar fust dis child did see de sun, Dar libs a gal wid beauty great— She takes de shine from ebery one!
And when her sweet mouf opens wide She neber cuts de buckwheat cake,
But lets it in de openin slide, And drowns it in a 'lasses lake!
And den she has a heart to feel— Dese eyes hab often seed her cry;
She lubs a sentimental heel-When dis child danced she'd always sigh I Hoo, hoo, &e.
Chorus. Down in Warginny's, &c
Her name am Dinah-Anna Crow;
She blubbered when I run from hom? I've writ to her, to let her know
Dat I am here—she soon will come! Yah! den how happy I shall be
When folded in her lubly arms! No coloured person dat I see
Will eber own sioh shinin charms! Hoo, hoo, &c.
Chorus. Down in Warginny's, &c. |
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