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Christy's plantation melodies. 71
First Voice. Ah, who is he, sir! can you tell ? Second Voice. He surely knows this place full well ? Third Voice. Finding darkies that still remain, While those days and those nights, And that must not come again: Oh, that form there brings some remembrance, Gentle darkies—oh, what strong resemblance! First Voice. To whom ?
Third Voice. To my poor Lucy Neal, to my poor Lucy
Neal, And if I had her by my side, how happy I should feel.
Chorus. To his poor Lucy Neal, to his poor Lucy Neal, And if he had her by his side, how happy he would feel.
Third Voice. Away down in Alabama, not far from
Old Mobile, There dwelt a pretty yellow girl, her
name was Lucy Neal; Her coal-black eyes, her curly locks,
around her neck did steal, Which early taught my heart to love my
pretty Lucy Neal.
Chorus. To his poor Lucy Neal, &c.
Third Voice. Oh, what strong resemblance !
Yes, those black eyes my heart impressing, Fill my breast with thoughts distressing— Long since dead, long since dead, and passed
away; She was like thee just about the heel, Was my lovely Lucy Neal.
Chorus. To his poor Lucy Neal, &c. |
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