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DOLLY DAY |
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3 When de work is over
I make de banjo play, And while I strike de dulcem notes.
I think of Dolly Day. Her form is like a posy—
De lily of de vale, Her voice is far de sweetest sound
Dat floats upon'de gale': |
4 Massa give me money
To buy a peck of corn I'se guine to marry Dolly Day
And build myself a barn; Den when I'm old and feeble,
And when my head is grey, I'll trabble down de hill of life
Along wid Dolly Day. |
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