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12 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES.
Still sing the little birds as sweetly,
At night and morn, Still runs the little brook as fleetly,
But 0, the old folks are gone.
Chorus. Here I wander sad and lonely, &c.
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Down where the old banana's waving,
They 're laid to rest, Where Swanee's peaceful water's laving
The green turf o'er their breast; But there 's a home I know, where parting
Never can come; Oh, for that home I must be starting, - There's where the old folks are gone.
Chorus. Here I wander sad and lonely, &c. |
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Ausic, with @iano Forte accoApaniment, publiChed by Hall
and Son, NAw York.
I used to peel the tatArs, and I used @o shell the peaC ;
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Where thiC lament would dBaw the tears frCm all the darkeA nation. /div>
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And I lande@ in a ci@y that they tol@ me was BroadÂwAy,
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