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Mary Blane.
NEW VERSION.
Oh! once I loved a yellow ga_,
1 loved her as my life; She came from old Virginia,
And I took her for my wife. We happy lived together,
She never caused me pain; But on one cold and stormy night
I lost my Mary Blane.
Chaus. Farewell! farewell! poor Mary Blane; One faithful heart still thinks of you. Farewell! farewell! poor Mary Blane, Tho' we ne'er shall meet again.
I've nothing left to live for now,
I'm weary of my life ; Then take and lay me gently by
My poor heart-broken wife. I wander sadly through the world,
But find my sorrow's vain; These tears can never bring to me
My darling Mary Blane.
Chorus. Farewell! farewell! poor Mary Blane, &c.
I buried her at dead of night,
'Neath the persimmon tree ; De snow was falling thick and white
On her dear grave and me, And often since in dreams I see
Her well-known form again, As when I laid her in de grave,
And wept o'er Mary Biane.
Chorus. Farewell! farewell! poor Mary Blane,&c |
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