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Negro Poems, Melodies
DOWN ON THE OLD PLANTATION
'Tis the early dawn and the early morn, You hear the mule and you hear the horn, You hear the wind and the rustle of the corn Down on the old plantation.
The cabin smoke is rising high, The pigs are grunting in the sty, The early birds begin to fly Down on the old plantation.
The river flows a silvery trail, The flowers scent the dewy gale, There goes the milkmaid with her pail Down on the old plantation.
The cotton is white and the corn is green And over the hoe the darkies lean, The song is sung and the smile is seen Down on the old plantation.
The night is bright and the river gleams Beneath the moonlight's silvery beams, And amid such scenes the darky dreams Down on the old plantation.