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Christy's plantation melodies. |
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Where fish swim in the river, And the 'coon sits on the tree,
And the lovely Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls for me.
Chorus. And the lovely Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls lor me. |
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There droops the weeping-willow
Where the rich magnolia grows ; They have no winter weather,
Nor any stormy snows; But have cold ice in summer,
When they take a little spree With the lubly Creole darkies,
Oh! they are the girls for me.
Chorus. With the lovely Creole darkies, &c
They make the sweetest sugar,
And they get the biggest price ; With plenty corn and cotton,
And the finest kind o' rice. Then there's the big yam 'taters—
Oh ! massey, how sweet they be ! With the lovely Creole darkies,
Oh! they are the girls for me.
Chorus. With the lovely Creole darkies, &c.
No place like Louisiana,
For the black man and the white; They work hard in the daytime,
And they frolic all the night. If I was in that country,
Oh ! how happy I would be With the lovely Creole darkies.
Oh! they are the girls for me.
Chorus. With the lovely Creole darkies, &c.
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