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But on de old plantation Der's nothing half so gay,
Der's nothing dat I love so much As my sweet Dolly Day.
Chorus. Oh! Dolly Day, &c.
When de work is over ♦
I make de banjo play, And while I strike de dulcem notes,
I think of Dolly Day. Her form is like a posy—
De lily of de vale, Her voice is far de sweetest sound
Dat floats upon de gale.
Ckorus. Oh ! Dolly Day, &c.
Massa give me money
To buy a peck of corn ; I'se guine to marry Dolly Day,
And build myself a barn; Den when I'm old and feeble,
And when my head is gray, I'll trabble down de hill of life
Along wid Dolly Day.
Chorus. Oh! Dolly Day, &e. |
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Angelina Baker.
The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Benteen, Baltimore, Md.
Way down on de old plantation—
Dah's where I was born, I used to beat de whole creation
Hoein' in de corn: |
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