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26 Christy's plantation melodies.
Since the Shakspeare's coming in my head, I'm like
Othello, too, The victim of my jealous fears, I don't know what
to do; Desdemona lost his handkerchief—that wasn't much
to lose; But 'Tilda took my 'bacca-box, my shirts and Sunday
shoes. Now I stray all the day, from the gay far away.
Chorus. But fretting won't do, &e. |
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Come, Darkies, Come.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hal
and Son, New York.
Come, darkies, come, 'tis the hour for pleasure; Let mirth prevail then, without measure; And while old Time on restless wing Does fly, oh, we will gaily sing—
Chorus,
A merry merry song; Tral lal li-e-o ! We will prolong; -Tral lal li-e-o ! Till the break of day ; Tral lal li-e-o. Calls us away, away; Tral lal li-e-o ! Come, darkies, come, 'tis the time for fun; "What sport we'll have, when our work is done. Oh, who in this big world of strife That envies the poor darkies' life! i
Come, Pompey, come, and bring your tambo, And Julius too, with bones and banjo. While Sambo tunes up his violin, For to have a dance upon the green— |
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