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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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CAROLINE
Virginny am some pumpkins
An' Marylan' divine, But dey can't hold a candle—
Down in Caroline.
George Washington, President, He made the people shine,
But gib me Marse Pinckney— Down in Caroline.
The breezes seem more softer— The air seems more like wine,
The friends and counsels dearer Down in Caroline.
And when my days are over Beneath some spreading pine,
I want to meet the judgment— Down in Caroline.
So sang darky David— Trimming bush and vine,
And singing with the skylark Down in Caroline. |
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