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Christy's plantation melodies. 51
Sweetly she sleeps in the grave,
'Neath the shade of the stately palm-trees.
In mournful silence they wave, As they're ruffled by the summer's calm breeze.
Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c.
Oh, my heart now is broken,
And soon must my spirit depart this earth— Now my last words are spoken,
" Lay me near Lucy, in the land of my birth."
Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c. |
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Lizzy Lee.
The moon is shining, Lizzy Lee,-
So lovely is the day; Your faithful darkey comes to thee,
With banjo for to play. Then, Lizzy Lee, 0, list to me,
And hear this loving song And do not say, "O, go away,
You. darkey, get along."
We've sung together, Lizzy Lee,
Together hoed the field ; Together we have often danced
Ton light fantastic heel; For you I've played the banjo string,
Beneath the cypress tree ; For you this faithful darkey sighs—
For you, O, Lizzy Lee.
0, Lizzy Lee ! O, Lizzy Lee!
If love me you will never, I'll go and drown me in the sea, By jumping in the river.
And when I'm buried in the grave,
I'll no more sigh for thee; But darkey ghost will come and say,
" 0, fickle Lizzy I*e." |
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