Christy's Plantation Melodies

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Chorus. Oh! Kentucky—it is the land for me, And surely I'll go there again, When colored men are free.
'Twas there I used the hoe and spade
To raise the corn and beans, Bacon and 'bacco too we made,
To go to New Orleans. And master took me to the boat,
A chance to me so lucky, For on the river all must tote
Their plunder from Kentucky.
Chorus. Oh ! Kentucky, &c.
In New Orleans they shut me in,
With hundred more they say, Some black, some white, some large, some
To sell 'em all next day. I climb the barrel—jump the gate,
And 'scape the guard so lucky; I go from there to New York State,
And master to Kentucky.
Chorus. Oh! Kentucky, &c.
I'm sorry now for master's loss,
And none could feel it greater, For master he was half a horse,
And half an alligator. And now I join the Christy band,
The first, and the most lucky Of all the darkies in the land,
From Orleans or Kentucky.
Chorus. Oh! Kentucky, &c.