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Christy's plantation melodies. |
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I spread myself upon the stage
Without much hesitation, As racing then was all the rage,
I play the "Imitation." The " Jockey Club" soon make their bets,
As the second heat I play; The odds were on the "Bob-tail Nag,"
For nowhere was the "Bay."
Chorus. Listen now, &c.
I left the "Palace" late that night,
And packed my things with haste, Then wandered on to the " Isle of Wight,"
To be at the great Yacht race; My finances were not hard run,
Our friend there pay the shot, He back'd the " Royal Squadron," and
I bet on the " Yankee Yacht."
Chorus. Listen now, &c. |
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Good Old Dinah.
Old Dinah, she is dead and gone,
Old Massa's kitchen slave; The darkies all their work have done
And follow'd to her grave; For Dinah was as good a girl
As ever boiled the corn, And from the hut each day she came
To blow the dinner horn.
Chorus. But now, since she is dead and gone, This darkey's joy is done; So longer we'll sing, or the banjo ring. Or strike the old jawbone. |
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