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66 Christy's plantation melodies.
I tried to call my Mary,
But my tongue would not obey Till the song- so strange had ended,
And the singers flown away. Then I woke her from her slumber,
And told her ev'ry thing— But I could not guess the meaning
Of the song I heard them sing.
Chorus. We are coming, &c.
When the next night came, I heard them,
And the third night too they sung, While I sat beside the pillow
Of my Mary fair and young. As I watched I heard a rustling,
Like the rustling of a wing; And beside my Mary's pillow,
Very soon I heard them sing:—
Chorus. We are coming, &c.
Then again I called my Mary,
But my sorrow was complete, For I found her heart of kindness
Had forever ceased to beat; And I now am very lonely,
From Summer round to Spring, And I oft, in midnight slumber,
Seem to hear the same ones' sing:—
Chorus. We are coming, &c. |
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Old Times Come Again,
Music, with Piano Porte accompaniment, published by Hall
& Son, New York.
Old times, old times, those good old times!
When I was young and free, I heard the tuneful village chimes
Down by the willow-tree. |
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