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ciiristy's plantation melodies. 51 |
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Poor Juba.
Chorus.
Strike up the banjo, sing a merry song— Strike up the banjo, strike it very strong; The moon is shining bright, boys, the winds have gone
to rest— Sing with all your might, boys, sing your very best.
Poor Juba sits beneath the tree,
Alone—beside the well; For death has killed his Emma Lee,
The dark Kentucky belle.
Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle,
Death ne'er struck a fairer blossom— Juba has no tongue to tell
Half the grief that rends his bosom.
Ten thousand stars are shining bright,
The flowers kiss the breeze, But Juba's soul is dark to-night,
No starlight Juba sees.
Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &c.
Hard by, the little silvery stream
Runs, singing on its way, But Juba sits, as in a dream ;
His thoughts are far away.
Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &c.
Then gently, gently, darkies, sing,
And sad the air shall be, For like a bird, with wandering wing,
Sits Juba—'neath the tree.
Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &,e. |
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