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Christy's plantation melodies. 31
Joe's manly form began to waste;
U-li, &c. He wander'd up and down in haste;
U-li, &c. He look'd with vacant stare around, Then threw himself upon the ground; He thought he heard a voice so low, That whisper'd, " Don't be foolish, Joe.'*
U-li, &c.
Chorus. He courted Rose, &c.
He wander'd many a day and night,
U-li, &c. To the spot where they first love did plight;
U-li, &c. He sat beneath that good old tree, Where Rosa sat beside his knee, And as the gentle breeze did blow, He thought he heard that " Foolish Joe."
U-li, &c.
Chorus. He courted Rose, &c.
Two days from that, a passer-by,
U-li, &c. Saw the form of poor Joe lie;
U-li, &c. He could not from his Rosa part, It was too much—it broke his heart. The slaves, as by that tree do go, Pause and weep for faithful Joe.
U-li, &c.
Chorus. Joe, too, sleeps in Tennessee, U-li, &c. 'Neath that old familiar tree. U-li, &c. |
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