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Christy's plantation melodies. 35
From our old massa 'twas hard to part, He always was so good and kind,
And could we search the world all o'er His like we ne'er should find.
Chorus. Then darkies sing, &c.
Oh, 'tis many years that we've been free,
But here no longer we can stay, Our hearts they pine for our own little hut,
Down in the South, far away. When will the happy time come round
When we darkies may go home, And from that blessed good old farm,
We never more need roam ?
Chorus. Then darkies sing, &c. |
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The Dandy Broadway Swell.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by H. Wafers,
Broadway, New York.
They may talk of dandy darkies,
But they never see this coon A promenading Broadway,
On a Sunday afternoon. I'm the sole delight of yaller gals—
The envy of the men— Observe this child when he turns out,
And talk of dandies then.
Chorus. For I'm the grit, the go, the cheese, As every one may tell; The darkey fair sex I'm sure to please; I'm the dandy Broadway swell.
My new sack-coat is padded,
Just to make my shoulders broad:
You'd think I was a Jupiter— You would, upon my word.
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