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CHRISTY S PLANTATION MELODIES. |
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A boat rode on the glassy stream,
And far the moon rode in the sky; And then, I ween, two forms were seen,
And swiftly from the shore they fly! Now down the tide how softly glide
That hunter and his stolen fair— Long may they stray o'er hills away,
And live and love forever there.
orus. Fly o'er the hills away with me, &c. |
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My Lucy so Fair.
My Lucy was fair to behold,
She was the pride of the whole plantation j She was worth her weight in gold—
The fairest yellow girl in the nation.
Chorus. Then sing to the memory Of my Lucy so fair; She has gone, she has left me, And for naught do I care.
When with her, oh how gaily
We frolic'd away the leisure hours;
We danced and sung daily
As we gather'd the cotton-flowers.
Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c.
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But my Lucy began to fade,
Her beauty to wither like the rose;
Soon she in the grave was laid ;
It grieves me much, and my heart it froze.
Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c. |
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