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Christy's plantation melodies. 9
I cannot work before to-morrow,
So many tear-drops flow, I try to drive away my sorrow
Picking on the old banjo.
Chorus. Down in the corn-field, &c. |
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Ella Ree.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Roddon and Stewart, Philadelphia.
Oh Ella Ree so kind and true
In the little churchyard lies,. Her grave is bright with drops of dew,
But brighter were her eyes. Then carry me back to Tennessee,
There let me live and die, Among the fields of yellow corn,
And the land where Ella lie.
Chorus. Carry me back to Tennessee, &c.
Her pretty eyes and gentle form,
Methinks I yet can see, I love the spot where she was born
Way down in Tennessee. Then carry me back to Tennessee,
There let me live and die, Among the fields of yellow corn,
And the land where Ella lie.
Chorus. Carry me back to Tennessee, &c.
The summer moon will rise and set, And the night-birds trill their lay,
And the possum and coon so softly step, Round the grave of Ella Ree. |
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