| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
44 Christy's plantation melodies. |
||
|
We dance all night till break of day, and then to home
we go, And get a little sleep, and then to work we go, you
know.
Chorus. We work, here goes; we sing, here goes; we shout,
here goes the corn, &c. |
||
|
Poor Lizzie Lee.
In Tennessee, long time ago,
Down by the river side, This darkey played the old banjo,
And sweetly sung his bride. With my dear Lizzie I was glad,
Her voice sweet music made, But now poor darkey's lone and sad,
For Lizzie's in the grave !
Chorus. They laid her in the dark, cold ground, Her life they could not save, And this old man's gray hairs go down With sorrow to the grave!
Before she died, she said to me,
" Dear Sambo, when I'm dead, I know you'll mourn for Lizzie Lee,
And many tears you'll shed ; But do not grieve for me, I pray,
I shall be happier far, In that sweet land that's far away,
Beyond the twinkling star!"
Chorus. They laid her in the dark, cold ground, &c.
She's in the grave so dark and low,
Close by the willow tree, And through the boughs the soft winds blow,
And mourn for Lizzie Lee! But her sweet spirit soared away,
To heavenly mansions fair, And now I hope for that bright day
When I shall meet her there !
Chorus- They laid her in the dark, cold ground, &c. |
||