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Christy's plantation melodies. 45
Old Sambo's Lament.
No more this old darkey will hoe the corn, Or rise with the lark in the early morn, When o'er the plantation old massa's horn
Calls me to till the soil. They were happy days, but they'll come no more, For old Sambo's journey is almost o'er, And soon he will be on that happy shore
Where darkies do not toil. Then hush all your sighs, That this darkey dies, And goes to his home 'way up in the skies;
For he'll work no more <*
On that blissful shore, Where care and trouble are forever o'er.
No more will I hear the old tambo ring, Or hear the darkey lads and lasses sing The plantation songs that round my memory cling,
Now that I am dying. They do not know old Sambo is weeping, And that in the grave he will soon be sleeping, Where the woodbine round the tree is creeping,
And the night-wind sighing. Let them sing and play 'Till the break of day. Then old Sambo's spirit will be far away,
And no more will he
Join their merry glee, But calmly sleep 'neath the magnolia tree.
List Thee, My Dinah.
The mantle of night has spread o'er the earth, And the stars shine with brightness above,
And the pale moon has fully shed forth Her silvery form to hallow our love.