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Christy's plantation melodies.
All things that clustered round her feet,
All things that glow aboon— The warbling birds and flowerets sweet,
The shining stars and moon; And all the darkies in the land
Had sought for many a smile, To win the gentle heart and hand
Of lovely Jenny Lyle.
Chorus. But she is dead, &c. |
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The Gal from the South.
Old Massa owned a coloured girl—
He bought her at the South ; Her hair it curled so very tight
She could not shut her mouth. Her eyes they were so very small,
They both ran into one, And when a fly lit in her eye,
'Twas like a June-bug in the sun.
Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
The gal from the South; Her hair it curl'd so very tight, She could not shut her mouth!
Her nose, it was so very long,
It turned up like a squash, And when she got her dander up
She made me laugh, by gosh! Old Massa had no hooks or nails,
Or nothing else like that, So on this darkie's nose he used
To hang his coat and hat.
Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, &c.
One morning, Massa, going away, He went to get his coat,
But neither hat nor coat was there, For she had swallowed both; |
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