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PLANTATION MELODIES. 53
Her eyes were black, her teef were white,
Her figure tall and slender, Her arms were stout, her hands were tough,
But her nigga heart was tender.
Chorus. Poor Aunt Dinah! Poor Aunt Dinah!
Her arms were stout, her hands were tough, But her nigga heart was tender. |
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Old Aunty Dinah lived alone
In her cabin by de river, Whar de niggas came, both young and eld,
Deir duty for to give her; She taught 'em how to knit and spin,
And maybe something finer; But dey could not make de good hoe-cake
As good as old Aunt Dinah.
Chorus. Poor Aunt Dinah ! Poor Aunt Dinah! Dey could not make de good hoe-cake As good as old Aunt Dinah.
At last she died,—Aunt Dinah died,——
She died of yaller fever, And massa laid her in her grave,
Whar all shed tears to leave her. We put on biack in Louisiana State,
And some in Carolina; A slab of pine we put at her head
And on it we wrote — Dinah !
Chorus. Poor Aunt Dinah ! Poor Aunt Dinah i A slab of pine we put at her head, And on it we wrote — Dinah. |
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