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Round de meadows am aringingOLD BLACK JOE
de darkey's mournful song,
While de mocking bird am singing,
Happy as de day am long,
Where deivy am a creeping,
O'er de grassy mound,
Dare old massa am asleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
Down in de corn field,
Hear dat mournful sound,
All de darkey's am aweeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,BEAUTIFUL DREAMER
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away.
Gone from the earth to a better land I know
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!"
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low,
I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!"Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain?
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again?
Grieving for forms now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!"
I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low,
I hear those gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe!"
Beautiful Dreamer wake unto me,CAMPTOWN RACES
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee.
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
Beautiful Dreamer queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody,
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful Dreamer awake unto me,
Beautiful Dreamer awake unto me.
De Camptown ladies sing dis song,JEANIE WITH THE LIGHT BROWN HAIR
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
De Camptown racetrack five miles long,
Oh! Doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in,
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocketfull of tin,
Oh! Doo-dah day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwin to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bobtail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,OH! SUSANNA
Borne, like a vapor on the summer air,
I see her tripping where the bright streamsplay,
Happy as the daisies that dance on her way,
Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour,
Many were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er
Oh! I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Floating, like a vapor on the soft summer air.
I've come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee,MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
I've gwine to Lou'siana my true lub for to see,
It rain'd all night de day I left de wedder it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to def, Susanna don't you cry
Oh! Susanna, Oh, do not cry for me,
I've come from Alabama wid my banjo on my knee.
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,OLD FOLKS AT HOME
'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
while the birds make music all the day,
The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,
All merry, all happy and bright,
By'n by Hard Times comes aknocking at the door,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night.
Weep no more, my lady, Oh! weep no more today!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky Home,
For the old Kentucky Home, far away.
'Way down upon de Swanee river, Far, far away
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam
Still longing for de old plantations,
And for de old folks at home
All de world am sad and dreary Ebrywhere I roam,
Oh! darkeys how my heart grows weary
Far from de old folks at home.