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PLANTATION MELODIES. 47 |
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The coon he went it all his might, thro' mud and o'er
the stump, And de darkey sped o'er heels and head, and come butt against a pump. All round he sought de coal-black coon, Dat made him lose the boys so soon j Except himself, no other swell Was by the lonely haunted well.
Chorus. Hab a care, don't go dar,
For the dark maid watches near; For the dark maid all can hear, For the dark maid watches near.
The pale white catnip growing dar its fragments
round did smell, As the darkey lay all night that day down by the
haunted well; A girl was dar, she stood on air, her features were
so mild ;
She took a horn and blow'd dese words, "Eh ! eh! darkey, you're de child !" " My ebony rose, my darkey pride, Come lib wid me and be my bride, Nor like a pump disgrace yoursel' By standing in dat haunted well."
Chorus. Hab a care, &c.
Down in de wate -she did stoop for a ring—oh, what
a sell ! On his finger den she placed de hoop, and dey both
slid down the well: 'Twas on dat day de coon did stray, 'twas then poor
Sambo fell ;
When darkeys near, they often hear a voice cry out « All's well!" At midnight then dar forms are seen, Propelling on a coon around de green ; Voices am heard and conk-shells swell, Around that lonely haunted well.
Chorus. Hab a care, &c. |
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