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56 Christy's plantation melodies.
There she was drowned, my dearest maid, And found close by the shore,
And in the cold grave she was laid,— Sweet flowers I planted o'er. „
Chorus. There, dearest Nell, &c. |
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Singing Darkey of the Ohio.
White folks, come listen to the story
Of a singing darkey, tall and young, Well-known in all his chanting glory.
Throughout every State, his banjo rung In steamboat, rail-car, farm or village;
His music charmed all ears with joy ; Among yellow girls' hearts he made great pillage,
For he was a tall young darkey boy.
Chorus. Oh-ho, oh he was all the go,
Was this singing darkey of Ohio; Oh, what a-go, what a-go, what a-go, Was this singing darkey of the Ohio, &c.
Oft ladies, on their rich plantations,
Would listen to this black Apollo's lay, And charmed by his vocal sinivation,
Dark maidens tried to slope with him away; With his teeth like white corn grinning,
And his white eyes rolling wide, Some merry song to the banjo spinning,
Oh, how the coloured girls they sighed.
Chorus. Oh-ho, oh he was all the go, &c.
Heigh-ho, the boatman row,
Floating down the river the Ohio!
The boatman is a lucky man,
None can do what the boatman can;
Makes fast his boat, and jumps on shore—
Spends his money, and works for more.
Chorus. Heigh-ho, the boatman row &c. |
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