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Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs |
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JUBA
Juba am the music—
I always like to hear, 'Tis music to my feelings,
And music to my ear. I may be feeling lonesome
Without a reason for But when I hear that Juba
I done cry no moah.
I haven't any banjo—
I haven't any bow, But I doan' need a fiddle
To make my Juba go. I may be feeling lonesome
Without a reason for But when I hear that Juba
I done cry no moah.
GWINE TO THE BALL
Gwine to the ball, Liz,
Gwine to the ball? You will be a belle, Liz,
You are fair and tall; You will be a belle, Liz,
With your eyes of brown, And you will be a belle, Liz,
In your buckram gown. |
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