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30 Christy's plantation melodies.
Though well she loved old Massa, And prayed that he might live, Yet when there was a dancing She had a foot to give; Then here's to that sweet beauty That stole my heart away, The black-eyed girl, sweet Dinah, The Belle of Winyaw Bay.
Chorus. Then here's to that sweet beauty, &c. |
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Poor Foolish Joe.
Now Rosa's gone, her soul has fled,
U-li o-li a-li ee! To that peaceful home made for the dead.
U-li o-li a-li ee! Upon the bed her body lies, Joe kneeling down, with weeping eyes; Her friends around the bed do go, And whisper, "Don't be foolish, Joe."
U-li o-li a-li ee !
Chorus. He courted Rose in Tennessee, U-li o-li a-li ee! 'Neath that old familiar tree. U-li o-li a-li ee!
Next day they buried Rosa Lee,
U-li, &c. It was a sorry sight to see;
U-li, &c. Joe took his last cold kiss of love— Dear Rosa, we shall meet above; His mind gave way beneath the blow, He then indeed, was "Foolish Joe."
U-li, &c.
Chorus. He courted Rose, &c. |
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