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58 Christy's plantation melodies.
We're all real darkies,
Our hair and lips are curled,
And we hope to please you, And sing it through the world.
Iuzza ! huzza! huzza!
Like our old dads, before us, Who used to join in the chorus—
The coons will run before us When we give the loud huzza!
Huzza! huzza! huzza! |
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Jenny Lyle.
My Jenny was a blithesome lass,
And gentle as the doe; Her breath was sweet as clover-grass,
That in the spring-time grow; Her eyes were lit with mellow ray,
And then her beaming smile, That round the lips like sunbeams play,
Of lovely Jenny Lyle.
Chorus. But she is dead ; sweet Jenny's dead! We ne'er shall see her more— She sleeps beneath the cotton-boughs,, • On Mississippi's shore.
ler voice was like the rippling stream
That sings down in the dell— [ts zephyr-cadence always seem
In this lone heart to dwell. The robin listened on the tree—
With sadden'd thought the while—-So soft, so sweet the melody,
Of lovely Jenny Lyle. |
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Chorus. But she is dead, &c. |
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