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Christy's plantation melodies. |
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The Old Virginia State.
Oh, we come from the mountains
Of old Virginny State; We're a band of darkies
From the heer unto the pate; With a band of music,
Now go singing through each State.
We have left our darkie parents
In old Virginny State; They bid us good-bye,
And we bid them good bj-e-er: We are true coloured singers,
We make the old earth ring, sirs.
WTe have ten other brothers,
And we've sisters one and t'other,
With one father and one mother, In old Virginny State.
With all of us together,
We're a smashing woolly string.
Oh, handsome bleating black sheep,
And our history we sing.
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Yes, while the air is ringing With our banjo and singing,
We to you the news are bringing From the old Virginny State.
We're the tribe of Sambo,
And their several names we'll sing.
Cudjoe, Banjo, Pompey, Caesar,
Rawbone, Jawbone, Cuffee, Sneezer, Juba, Jumbo, Pete, and Egg-eye, - And Twolips are our names; We're the sons of Dinah, Of the tribe of Sambo, And now we touch the banjo, And sing you our Virginia song. |
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