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Christy's plantation melodies. |
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Oh Hail! Darkies, Hail!
FROM "ERNANI."
Oh hail! darkies, hail! we come
By water, by land,
The gay minstrel band,
To sing you a song at home.
Then blest was the song,
That merry old song,
That gave us the notion
To put in commotion
With music—the world !
Old Massa growled like wrath,
And swore it was a shame—-
Old Missus, on the hearth,
Kicked over all the cream ! *
But as the old churn cracked,
Our duds we darkies packed—
Old Massa gave us money,
And sent us on our journey;
Away our course we took,
And on and on we flew,
'Till all the darkies knew
'Twas Harmony that spoke !
Oft, when at home, on Nature's breast
Softly and calm we sunk to rest—
So soft, the flowers would scarcely move
As lay we above !
But if we came forth singing there,
Welling our music on the air,
The birds hushed singing in the trees
To list our glorious harmonies!
Farewell to those days ! ,
That peaceful old place
We've loved well, so long,
We yield us to song !
Yes! we yield us to song
* It is very common to see a churn standing by the fire, all winter through, among the people of the South. |
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