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Christy's plantation melodies. 13
The little cottage home is lonely and still, Her warm dimpled cheek is now cold and chill— Well do I remember when warm was that breast— All is now silent and sad round the place where she rests
Chorus. Good-bye, boys, &c. |
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Sweet Lilla Brown.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Oliver Ditson, No. 115, Washington Street, Boston.
My Lilla was a charming- gal,
She was raised away down south, And the prettiest features in her face
Were the lips around her mouth. Stop the dance, stop the song-,
Lay the banjo down, For she is now in the happy land,
Sweet Lilla Brown.
Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song, &c.
Her voice was all melodious,
Like the sound of a silver fip; And when she walked around the room,
She sailed just like a ship. Her feet, they were so very long-,
That when she turned around She fell into the Southern bay,
And there she run aground.
Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song-, &e.
That was her end, and no mistake,
Oh ! how this darkey cried, He smothered his solemcholyness
With oysters—raw and fried ; But now, Oh my! she's dead and gone,
Way down in the Southern bay, The oysters sing her lullaby
To my lovely darkey fay.
Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song, &c. 2 |
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