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Christy's plantation melodies. 21
Chorus.
Uncle Tom's gone to rest, let us pray for his soul, He will answer no more to the call of the roll. When the horn wakes us up, to the fields we repair, With a sigh for poor Tom, who is now past all care.
When he went down the river, he thought of us then, And he fondly believed he should meet us again; For he met there a spirit, so pure and so bright, He thought her, and found her, an angel of light; But sorrow's dark pathway he lived still to trace, For sweet Eva died, in whose angelic face He saw hope and comfort, both here and above; What else could she be, whose existence was love ?
Chorus. Uncle Tom's gone to rest, &c.
Tom's joy turned to sorrow, now see him once more In the pestilent swamp, his hard fate to deplore; Still patient and humble, and willing to lend His best efforts to her, whom stern fate made his
friend; But his days are now numbered, poor Chloe's hard
gains Will never avail him ; his perils and pains Drawing now to their close, the good Book his sole
cheer, They may die in good hope, who can die like Tom here.
Chorus. Uncle Tom's gone to rest, &c. |
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Old Ned.
Do n't you remember our master, Old Ned,
Our master, whose heart was so true ? We loved him so dearly, and did all he said,
And he loved us as few masters do. Alas ! he now lies in his grave, Old Ned,
And the grass sighs over his tomb; But brightly the roses bloom over his head,
Whilst our hearts are saddened with gloom. |
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