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Christy's plantation melodies.
I hug so long- I cannot tell, For Rosey seemed to like it well; My banjo in the river fell, Oh ! Rose of Alabama.
Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c.
'Like alligator after prey, I jump'd in, but it float away, But all the time it seem'd to say, Oh ! Rose of Alabama.
Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c.
And every night, in moon or shower, To hunt that Vi)nj° f°r a11 hour, 1 meet my sweet tobacco flower, My Rose of Alabama.
Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. |
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Rosa Lee9, or Don't be Foolish, Joe.
When I lived in Tennessee,
Uli, a-li, o-la, ee, There lived, too, sweet Rosa Lee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. Eyes as dark as winter night, Lips as red as berry bright, When first I did her wooing q^ She said, Now don't be foolish, Joe !
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Happy then in Tennessee,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 'Neath the wild Banana tree.
My story yet is to be told,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Rosa one day caught a cold,
U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. |
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