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Christy's plantation melodies. 63
This poor heart am bursted, I can love no more,
And almost to frenzy am driven— I wish I was dead and my sorrows all o'er,
I know I shall meet her in heaven. The world has no feelings, they're cold as the stones,
There's no balm for the wounded heart; In the grave-yard there's room for this poor darkey's bones—
To the grave-yard I want to depart.
Chorus. This poor child is sick, &c. |
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Carry me Back to Old Virginia's Shore.
When I was young in old Virginia,
I worked from day to day Among the flowery hills and fields,—
To me it was but play; But now I'm growing old and lame,
My bones are getting sore— Then carry me back to old Virginia,
To old Virginia shore.
Chorus. Oh, carry me back, &c.
Oh, if I could be young again,
I'd lead a different life, I'd save my money and buy a farm,
With Dinah for my wife; And when too old and feeble grown,
I could not work any more, In greenwood shade I'd lay me down,
On old Virginia's shore.
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Chorus. Oh, carry me back, &c.
And when at last in death I sleep,
Lay the banjo by my side— Oh, bury it with me in the grave,
For here it was my pride. |
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