My Pretty Quadroon - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MY PRETTY QUADROON. 
Oh, my pretty, my pretty quadroon, my flowers have faded too soon; My heart, like the strings of my banjo, will break for my pretty quadroon. 
I never thought I was a slave, but that was found out too soon; I'd gather one handsome wild rose and call it my pretty quadroon. 
My troubles will now soon be o'er, and I find rest in the tomb; My spirit will then soar above and watch o'er my pretty quadroon.