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Christy's plantation melodies.
One evening, on returning home
From catting sugar-cane, There lay the poor old darkey
With the fever on his brain; And through the live-long night
Was filled with pain and woe, And 'fore the dawn of morning came
Died Jumbo Gum, my Joe.
Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, &c.
Amy Snow is Sleeping.
Oh ! Amy Snow is sleeping now
Where the lovely willows wave; Beneath the greensward, gently there
I made her quiet grave. Tender and kind I laid her down
To take her long, last sleep, And frantic, in my grief I knelt,
Beside her there to weep.
Chorus. For Amy Snow, for Amy Snow, My tears they fell in vain, And useless are they all, I know, To bring her back again.
She sleeps, and now will never wake,
Although I call her oft, Beseech her by the might of love
With gentle words and soft, That she will speak cnce more to me
The words I love to hear; The echo of my grief is all -
That falls upon my ear.
Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c.
And often at the midnight hour, With chill winds rushing by,
I've laid me down upon her grave And prayed that I might die—