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Christy's plantation melodies. 47
But now I'm old, and am not young;
My mother, she is dead and gone; I hear the songs she used to sing;
One of them was Miss Lucy Long, Upon the future I look back,
And see the days that now are scant Oh, would that I were young again,
But now you see I'm old, and can't.
Chorus. Oh, would I were a boy again, &c |
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Santee's River Side. |
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Oh, swiftly passed those happy days,
By the old Santee's side, Where sweet young Jenny promised me
She soon would be my bride; And when the moon her gladsome rays
Cast o'er the silvery tide, Oh, then what rapture filled this heart,
By the old Santee's side.
Chorus. Oh, then what rapture filled this heart, &c
But those bright days were doomed, alas
To wither and decay ; My Massa sold sweet Jenny, dear,
And sent her far away. No more together will we stray
In all our youthful pride; No more we'll whisper tales of love
By the old Santee's side.
Chorus. No more we'll whisper tales of love, &c. |
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