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Christy's plantation melodies. 57
Dis way ob brushin' on through life is radder funny, But neber mind ! I'll go it, till I gets a little money; And marry Dinah Brown, one of nater's culler'd wixins; Oh, Moses ! can't she make clam brofF, and all de little fixins!
We'll hab a little cottage, at the foot of Canal Street, All fitted up witli second-handed furniture complete; And while Dinah goes out washin', and cleanin' big-bug houses, I'll hab a shop in Chatham Street for renowatin' trouses.
Den evenin's I'll lay back an' feast on cheese and
cracker, An' smoke de best short sixes, and chaw the best
tobaker; ,
An' teach the little darkies idear how to shoot— Oh, Lor! dare's Massa ringing, an' I hasn't done his
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Florence Lee.
Oh ! the winter winds are sighing
Over mount and valley low, As the Old Year lies a-dying
On his pallid bed of snow; And I hear the distant ringing
Of St. Catharine's convent-bell, And the nuns as they go singing,
Chaunting slowly " All is well!" All is well!" I mutter mildly;
" All is well!" but not to me ; For I loved thee, oh! too wildly,
Earth-lost angel, Florence Lee!
Such a night of last December,
On the last day of the year, Sat we then beside the embers,
Whispering to each other cheer. As we welcomed the new-comer,
Little thought we of the dearth Which the bright, long-looked-for summer
Made around the homestead hearth; |
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