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24 Christy's plantation melodies.
Chorus. Fare thee well! faree thee well!
For I'm going- far away, dearest Dermot, Far away from the bright world and thee. I hear the angels singing up in heaven, And I know they are waiting for me.
Thou'lt not forget the past, dearest Dermot,
Nor that night in the sweet summer tide When I listened to thy words, low and loving,
Till I promised to be thy bride. And oft in the purple twilight,
When the flowers are all asleep, And the pure stars are looking on thee kindly,
" Thou wilt sit by my grave and weep."
Chorus. Fare thee well! fare thee well!
But I'll not forget thee, dearest Dermot, And my soul, ever loving and free, Will be stealing from the home of angels To the earth with a blessing for thee.
Thou'st been to me a treasure, dearest Dermot,
Thy love was the light of my life, And the last joy that withered in my bosom
Was the hope of becoming thy wife. Oh ! how can I leave thee, darling,
And never again see thy face ! Even death would be welcome, dearest Dermot,
" If he found me in thy embrace."
Chorus. Fare thee well! fare thee well! But I will not forget thee, &c. |
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Old Jumbo Gum, My Joe.
Now gem'en of the coloured race,
I pray you'll attention give, While I 'spress this 'stressing 'telligence
That happened where I live. |
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