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56 Christy's plantation melodies.
Chorus. Oh! Serepliina Tell, oh ! Serephina Tell, You are the sweetest coloured girl That in this town does dwell.
I took her to a ball one night; she was the raging belle And all the darkies fell in love with Serephina Tell. She danced with so much grace and ease, and turned
upon her heel, One darkey laughed himself to death, to see her dance
a reel.
Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c.
I danced with her till morning light—I saw its flashing
beam, When she fell fainting in my arms, my lovely Serephine ; I asked her if I'd see her home—her eyes upon me fell; She said, Dear Sam, of course you can ! sweet Serephina
Tell.
Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c.
I took her home that very nio-ht; she never more arose, But down into the cotton-field her body does repose; And now, white folks, my story's done, I hope it'a
pleased you well, For I shall never, never see, my Serephina Tell.
Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c. |
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The Boot-black's Soliloquy.
Dey may talk of " benefactors," but dis darkey t'inks
for sartin *
Dat de greatest friend he eber had, was Massa Day
and Martin; He's de most enlightened gemman, in de blackin
polish line, For if de darkey's brush do.n't break, de boot is bound
to shine. |
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