Christy's Plantation Melodies

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64              Christy's plantation melodies.
And our old Massa, too, has died;
They laid him in his grave, And if in heaven we meet him, love,
We'll be no more his slave.
My head is getting- gray, Juba,
And this eye is growing dim; My back's a little bent, love,
And sharper is my shin. For sixty years have almost gone,
And I long for the sweet time When the snow in the heart shall come
Of Jim of Caroline.
When Death has done his work, Juba,
And this spirit's took its flight, I hope we'll not be sent, love,
Down into endless night; But if we see each other there,
And the children, face to face, Why, we'll be happy then, Juba,
In that sweet time of grace.
My Valley Home, Good-bye.
The sun from 'hind the hills was peeping..
All nature was so bright and gay, The merry birds were nimbly leaping
With joyous bounds from tree to tree. Such was the morning that I parted
From all on earth I held most dear— My parents, though near broken-hearted,
Would try my gloomy thoughts to cheer.
Chorus. My valley home, good-bye, good-bye, I'll ever think of thee— A stranger I must live and die, My home I'll never see.