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52 Christy's plantation melodies. |
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Flora May.
I often think of my Southern home,
Of its genial clime so gay, And think it is strange I now do roam,
Afar from my Flora May.
Chorus. I'll return, I'll return—
I'll return to my Flora May; I'll return, I'll return
To where my heart once more'll be gay
Daily I think of lovely Pedee, On whose banks I often have sat;
Then I feel that I'm not so free,
With my head in the freeman's hat.
Chorus. I'll return, &c.
Nightly I dream of the tamborine dance, Of the step of dear Flora May,
And then when I awake from the trance, Sadness round my heart 'gin to play.
Chorus. I'll return, &.c.
I often think of the cotton-fields, With Flora at work by my side,
And then I think another one kneels, Asking her to become his bride.
Chorus. I'll return, &c.
There is no bite in the Southern breeze— No cheek spread o'er with hectic glow;
And if I stay here, my life will freeze— So back to the Pedee I'll go.
Chorus. I'll return, &c.
Now I'll return to the Southern land, Ne'er again from it I'll stray,
And once more with joy, my heart'll expand In the arms of sweet Flora May.
Chorus. I'll return, &c. |
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