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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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THE OLD BANJO
Take me back to Dixie—
To Dixie let me go, And let me hear the music
Of the old banjo.
I've been away from Dixie But sweet the echoes grow,
Of Dixie in the evening And the old banjo.
So take me back to Dixie— The Dixie that I know,
For I want to hear the music Of the old banjo.
I long to be in Dixie—
In Dixie with the hoe, And hear the darkies playing
The old banjo.
And although my hair is whitened
And heavy is my toe, I still can dance a shuffle
To the old banjo.
And when I get to heaven How great will be my woe,
If I cannot hear the playing Of the old banjo. |
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