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ciiristy's plantation melodies.
So take care, gnls, and mind yourselves,
For if I roll this eye, You'll give a shake, a sigh and groan,
And then fall down and die.
Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c.
Dine and Joe.
You are going o'er the mountain,
Far away from your poor Dine; I hope you'll ne'er forget the love
Of her you leave behind. Oh ! I will dream of you, my love,
Wherever you may go ; The tears will flow into my eyes
When I*think of you, dear Joe. When you promenade the streets, Joe,
Or in the ball-room shine, Oh ! will you think of her that loves
And bears you in her mind ? With a lady on your arm,
Or sitting on your knee, " You'll be making love to her you're with,
And never think of me.
Oh ! I'll think of thee, dear Dine,
Wherever I may roam; My heart it will fly back to you
And make me think of home. But if fortune leads the way, , You'll be ever in my mind; Oh ! happy, happy will I be
When I call you wife, dear Dine. If I was king of Africa,
I would never from you roam; I'd make you queen of this darkey's heart,
And always stay at home. Oh ! my heart with love is breaking, Dine,
I cannot leave you so— On that she gave me one fond kiss,
And said, Farewell, dear Joe*!