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Christy's plantation melodies, 27
With the girls so gay; Tral lal li-e-o! We will sing away ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Till old Massa's horn ; Tral lal li-e-o! Tell us 'tis morn, 'tis morn; Tral lal li-e-o! Come, darkies, come, &c.
To the huts again ourselves we'll take, To breakfast on the good hoe-cake; And before old Sol peeps o'er the hills, You'll find us in our Massa's fields—
With the scythe and hoe ; Tral lal li-e-o !
Away we'll go ; Tral lal li-e-o !
To work so gay ; Tral lal li-e-o !
Till another holiday, holiday; Tral lal li-e-o!
Come, darkies, come, &c.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth,
Pond & Co., New York.
When but a little fellow, I'd nothing else to do
But run about on errands, and black young Massa's
shoe. The case is very different now; I has to hoe and
rake, With scarcely time, o' mornings, to eat my corn-meal
But I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig a-dig,
Dig all the livelong day;
The worst of all troubles, to a darkie is to dig,
Though he aint troubled, much with the pay.