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Christy's plantation melodies. 63
One morning, as Dinah lay asleep on the floor, A big black cat came up to the door— She smiled in her sleep, and the monster pressed His clay-cold lips to her beating breast. She sprang to the door and tried to speak, But we heard her not, her voice was weak ; And soon the flash of her deep, dark eye Grew dim and dull, and we saw her die.
Chorus. And I long no more for the hour to come To paddle my skiff to my Dinah's home; And moments of joy are no longer seen In the cane-thatched cabin of Dinah Greea. |
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Dandy Jim's Lament.
I'm sitting on the bale, Juba,
Where we've sat the long day, When the little darkies round us
Were busy at their play. The cotton-plant was springing preen,
And the 'tatoe in the hill Shone yellow as the eyes, love,
Of my lost whip-poor-will.
The times are little changed, Juba,.
And your Jim is lonely now, And he wishes that the time was back
When we exchanged the vow, When, blushing, you stood by my side,
With your soft hand locked in mine, And I took you to this breast, the bride
Of Jim of Caroline. |
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The little darkies, too, that once Clung to the fond embrace
Of you, who sleep so sweetly now, Have gone to another place. *6 |
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