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48 Christy's plantation melodies. |
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I see the trees hang o'er the path,
I hear the sweet birds sing, They only mock my sorrow, and
With grief my poor heart wring. At eventide I've sought that spot,
And laid me down and cried— There's nought but sorrow now for me
By the old Santee's side.
Chorus., There's nought but sorrow now for me, &c.
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Oh9 Dearest Dine.
A cutting of the sugar-cane is this here darkey's
fun, It makes him laugh, when he does think that all hid
work is done; And then to that old white-washed hut, this darkey
does repair, For he knows within that same old hut his Dinah's
waiting there.
Chorus.
Oh, dearest Dine, I'd like to make her mine, - And if I was but rich enough, in diamonds she should
shine.
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When working in the 'bacca-field, a darkey said one
day— Now, Julius, if you marry Dine, we all will run away. Says I, My boys, I can't do that, for Massa won't
agree, And I'll never marry lovely Dine, unless he sets us
free.
Chorus. Oh, dearest Dine, &c. |
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