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Christy's plantation melodies. 23
Chorus.
Then hurry me home to the old corn mill, To my father's old cot, on the top of the hill; For I am getting weary, and not afraid to die; Oh lay me side my mother, in the ground where Katy lie.
Full well I remember how, with boyish delight,
We met round the pine-knot fires at the night;
I love to see the old corn mill, and watch the wheel
go round; I love my good old mother, in the cold, cold ground.
Chorus. Then hurry me home, &c.
Oh ! for that old corn mill, to memory dear!
I would eat the bright corn-cake with merry good
cheer, But the old corn mill it is passing away, And the crazy old wheel is gone to decay.
Chorus. Then hurry me home, &c.
And Katy I loved, her grave is so cold;
The old folks are dead, and the young are growing
old; Them happy days are over, free from sorrow and ill, When we all lived at home, by the old corn mill.
Chorus. Then hurry me home, &c. |
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Katy Darlin |
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Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Tall
and Son, New York.
Oh, they tell me thou art dead, Katy Darling, That thy smile I may never more behold;
Did they tell thee I was false, Katy Darling, Or my love for thee had e'er grown cold t |
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