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Christy's plantation melodies.
Have clasped with agony the earth That covered that loved head,
Which slept unheeding- of my grief, Among the solemn dead.
Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c.
She sleeps, she sleeps, sweet be her rest,
And waving branches fair Shall kiss the dew from off her grave,
And shed their fragrance there. And when my life has passed away,
Then gently lay me low Beneath the willows silently,
By my loved Amy Snow.
Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c.
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The Fancy Coloured Bull.
Quartette: Oh! what enchanting pleasure,
On the light bombastic toe To dance the Polka measure,
Or through the waltz to go! 'Specially with the Venus
That holds your heart in thrall, What sweet words pass atween us
At the Colour'd Fancy Ball. Solo: Now then, gentlemen, please to be quiet;
The ball is going to begin, ■ All attempt at a muss or a riot
Will cost you a kick on the shin. Take your places and mind that your heel
Don't cause the fair ladies a fall, Or the vengeance of all you will feel
That's 'sembled at this fancy ball. Glee: Now the music sweetly sounds,
Bright eyes are glancing, Chassey, croisey, round and round—
Oh ! the joys of dancing! |
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