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Your labor ended, and with joy your harmless
      r3vels see,
For grateful hearts, inSlir'd by mirth, true
      pleasure give to me.
Then happy be along with me until the hours
      of rest,
At break of (lay we must away, till the sun is in
      the West-
         Your sports are ended



      FAREWELL MY LILLY DEAR.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            Firth, & Co., YLew York.
    Oh! Lilly dear, it grieves me,
      The tale I have to tell;
    Old Massa sent me roanming,
       So Lilly, fare you well
    Oh i fare you well, my true love,
      Farewell old Tennessee,
    Then let sue weep for you, love,
      But do not weep for me.
C/horus.-Farewell for ever to old Tennessee,
         Farewell, my Lilly dear, don't weep
               for me.

     Is going to roam the wide world
       In lands I've never hoed,
     With nothing but mny banjo
       To cheer me on the road;



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    And when Fin sad anl weary
      I'll make the banjo play,
    To 'mi(l nw of my tre love
      When I ani far away.
Cliorus.-Farewell for ever, &c.

    I wake up in the morning,
      And waik out on the farm;
    Oh ! Lilly an a darling-
      She take me by the arm.
    We wander throng-h the clover
      Down by the river side,
    I tell her that I love her,
      And she ninst be my bride.
Chorus.-Farewell for ever, &c.

    Oh ! Lilly dear, 'tis mournful
      To leave von here alone-
    You'll smile before I leave you,
      And weep when I am gone
    The sun cani never shine, love,
      So bright for you and me,
    As when I weorked beside yoa
      In goodi old Tennessee.
Chorus.--Farewell for ever, &e.



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    DING, DONG! OR, TIE DARKIES
                AVEDDING.

The bells ring out, and many a shout is ring.
      ing in the air,
For Rosa May and Sam to-day are made 9
      happy pair.
The two are one, so now for fnn, let's dan-e
      and sing with glee,
And cheer the scene with tamborine and hones
      right merrily.
                  Chorus.
Ding, (ong! skip along, the overseerhas gone,
And Massa's here himself to cheer the darkies'
      wedding morn.
The dance begins-look ont for shins--here
      comes the bride and groom;
How swift they bonnd at mnsic's sound-stand
      hack and give them room;
Just watch the bride, and see what pride, that
      kindles in her eye,
When all in vain Belinda Jane attempts to pass
      her by.
  Chorus.-Ding, dong, &c.
The (ance is done, and ev'ry one is hungry as
      a horse,
And soon is seen upon the green a jolly spread,
      of course.
They drink and eat, and songs repeat, till near
      the close of day;       [selves away.
Then satisfied, they kiss the bride, and tear them-
  Chorus.-Ding, dong, &c.



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JULIUS'S TRIP TO THE WORLD'S FAIR.
Husic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Hall & Son, New York.
    Twelve months ago I left this place,-
      I went out in the Arctic;
    Ten days upon the ocean wave
      Brought feelings quite cathartic
    I 'rived in London one fine morn,
      And soon put on my best,
    Then filed into the Crystal Show,
      With a"11 memher of the Press 1"
                 Chorus.
    Listen now, darkies 0,
      And hear of sights so rare,
    For "Julius" here is all the go,
      Since he came from the great " World's
            Fair."
    I mingle with the quality
      And feel most awful proud;
    But a cry soon stop my jollity,-
      " There's I'Julius 'in the crowd I"
    Prince Alhert take me by the arm,
      And ask in gentle tones,
    To condescend to please the 11 Ton"
      With a solo on the hones
Chorus.-Listcn now, &c.
    I spread myself upon the stage
      Without much hesitation,
    As racing then was all the rage,
      I play the "Imitation."
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    The " Jockey Club" soon make their bet;,
      As the second heat I play ;
    The odds were on the "Bob-tail Nag,"
      For nowhere was the "1 Bay."
Chorus.-Listen now, &c.

    I left the "1 Palace" late that nigflt,
       And packed my things with haste,
    Then wandered onto the "Isle of Wight,'
       To he at the great Yacht race;
     My finances were not hard run,
       Our friend there pay the shot,
     He hack'd the "Royal Squadron," and
       I het on the "Yankee Yacht."
 Ciorus.-Listen now, &c.



            GOOD OLD DINAH.
     Old Dinah, she is dead and gone,
       Old Massa's kitchen slave;
     The darkies all their work have done
       And follow'd to her grave;
     For Dinah was as good a girl
       As ever hoiled the corn,
     And from the hut each day she came
       To blow the dinner horn.
 Chorus.-But now, since she is cead and gone,
            This darkey's joy is done,
         No longer we'll sing, or the banjo ring
            Or strike the old jawbone.




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Ofalonng summer's night,
  When the moon shone bright,
To the woods we'd go so soon;
  Our steps were light, in the snow so white,
To bunt for the posuin and the coon.
  And when the day began to break,
These darkies soon would fird;
  Then home again our tracks we'd make,
At the call of good old Dine.
Chorus.-But now, since she is dead, &c.

Of a long summer's day, while mowing the hay,
  The dinner time would come;
'Twas then we'd bless that good old girl
  While the dinner horn would hum.
Our work we'd stop, our rakes we'd drop,
  And to the hut repair,
For Dinah, with our (dinner hot,
  For us was waiting there.
C'Aorus.-But now, since she is dead, &c.

     UNCLE TO'S GONE TO REST.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment puhlished by
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & i o. New York
Uncle Tom's gone to rest, let us pray for his
      soul;
le will answer noT more to the call of the roll.
When the horn wakes us up, to the fields we
      repair,
With a sigh for pour Tom, who is now ,ast all
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We shall miss his kind hand when sickness
       comes on,
 In the winter's long evenings we'll think of
       his song.
 His children are weeping ; Aunt Chloe's heart
       sore,
 Can hut pray that he's gone where his troubles
       are o'er.
                  Ch/orus.
 Uncle Tom's gone to rest, let us pray for his
       soul,
He will answer no more to the call of the roll.
When the horn wakes us up, to the fields we
       repair,
With a sigh for poor Tom, who is now past all
      care.

When he went down the river, he thought of
      us then,
And he fondly believed he should meet us
      again;
For he met there a spirit, so pure and so bright,
He thought her, and found her, an angel of
      light
But, sorrow's dark pathway he lived still to
      trace,
For sweet Eva died, in whose angelic face
He saw hope and comfort, both here and above;
What else could she be, whose existence was
      love ?
Chorus.-Uncle Tom's gone to rest, &c.



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Tom's joy turned to sorrow, now see him once
      more
In the pestilent swamp, his hard fate to de-
      plore;
Still patient and humble, and willing to lend
His best efforts to her, whom stern fate made
      his friend;
But his days are now numbered, poor Chloe's
      hard gains
Will never avail him ; his perils and pains
Drawing now to their close, the good Book his
      sole cheer,
They may die in good hope, who can die like
      Tom here.
Chorus.-Uncle Tom's gone to rest &c.



                OLD NED.

Don't you remember our master, Old Ned,
  Our master, whose heart was so true?
We loved him so dearly, and did all he said,
  And he loved us as few masters do.
Alas ! he now lies in his grave, Old Ned,
  And the grass sighs over his tomb ;
Bnt brightly the roses bloom over his head,
  Whilst our hearts are saddened with gloom.

Oh! don't you remember the hounds, Old Ned,
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We ofttimes have chased, when the rest were
      in bed,
  In pursuit of the sweet-meated coon?
The coon-dogs a-e all of them gone, Old Ne?,
  Save one poor, blind, lonely cur;
He sleeps all the day on his bed of straw,
  So old he scarcely can stir.

Oh ! don't you remember-you do, Old Ned,
  Though your hairs are white as the snow-
The day when our kind-hearted mistress was
      wed
  To her lover, a bandsome young beau?
Delighted our inaster's heart was, Old Xed,
  As lie press'(l to his bosom her form ;
Whilst the tears rolled (lown on the young
       child's headl
  From their fountain so full and so warm.


Well we remember the blessings that fell
   On the heads of that happy young pair,
When the parson pronounced theem to be mat
       and wife,
   And feelingly poured forth a prayer;
But alas! our mistress is gone, Old Ned,
   11cr spirit and master's have flown,
 And I have no friend to care for me now,
   But you, Ned, save you, Ned, alone.



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          THE OLD CORN MILL.
 Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
        Roddon andi Stewart, Philadelphia.
 The home of my childhood, that dearly loved
      spot,
 Where the yellow corn is growing round my
      father s old cot
 There many happy days I spent, I yet remem-
      her well,
 With my kind old mother, by the old corn mill.
                  Chorus.
Then hurry me hone to the old corn mill,
To my father's old cot, on the top of the hill
For 1 am getting weary, and not afraid to die;
Oh lay m side my mother, in the ground
      where Katy lie.

Full well I remember how, with boyish delight,
We met round thepine-knot fires at the night;
I love to see the old corn mill, and watch the
      wheel go round;
I love my good old mother, in the cold, cold
      ground.
Chorus.-Then hurry me home, &c.

Oh I for that old corn mill, to memory dear!
I would eat the bright corn-cake with merry
      good cheer,
But tie old mill it is passing away,
And tie crazy old wheel is gone to decay.
Chorus -Then Ilurry ie hoine, &c.







            SONGCS.


          OLD FOLKS AT HOME.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & Oo , New York.
Way down on the Swanee ribber,
  Far, far away,
Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber,
  Dere's wha de old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation,
  Sadly I roa;ln
Still longing for de old plantation,
  And for do old folks at homne.
01zorus.-All de world am sad and dreary,
           Ebry where I roam
         Oh 1 darkeys, how my heart growg
               weary,
           Far from do old folks at home.

All round do little farat I wandered,
  When I was young
Den ntany happy days I squandered,
  Manly do solKs I sung.
When I was playing wid niy brudder,
  ilalipy was~ I;
Ohl! take ite to nl  kind old ntudder,
  Dere let we live and die.
Chorus.-Al1 do w6rld am sad and dreary, Uo,
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And Katy I loved, her grave is so cold
The old folks are dead, and the young an
       growing old;
Them happy days are over, free from sorrow
       and ill,
When we all lived at home, by the old corn
       mill.
Cho-rus.-Then hurry mu home, &c.


              'TILDA HORN.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompanimnmt, published biy
           Wm. Hall & Son, New York.
I was raised in Mississippi, where the sugar
       cane grows tall,
And I loved a p-retty yellow girl, much sweeter
       than then all.
She left the place one moonlight night-we
       sorrowed much to part;
No token did she leave me, hut her picture on
       my heart.
And I moan, and I groan, all alone, all alone.
                   Chorus.
But fretting won't do for a darkie of this
      figure-
Time enough for that when he gets a little
       bigger;
Dancing with the yellow girls and shucking
       out the corn,
Will make himn forget 'Til da Horn.




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 While ago I got a letter from her, thinking as
      I sat,
 If I met her, how she'd like me in my stylish
      Kossuth hat.
 'Twas the last I heard about her, and since then
      I'm much in dread
That she's married to another man, or else she
      must 11 gone dead."
 In despair, I declare I is crack'd. that's a fact.
 Chorus.-But fretting won't do, &c.
 Now I go about, down in the mouth, and stock-
      ings down at heel;
Like Massa Shakspeare's Hamlet, too, I'm
      touch'd up here I feel.
His uncle gave him good advice-mine took
      my clothes in pawn;
And all to raise the cash to dress-deceitful
      'Tilda Horn.
Oh! this wool I could pull, this poor heart is
      so full.
Chorus.-But fretting won't do, &c.
Since the Shakspeare's coming in my head,
      I'm like Othello, too,
T4e victim of my jealous fears, I don't know
      what to do;
Desdemona lost his handkerchief-that wasn't
      much to lose;
nut 'Tilda took my 'bacca-box, my shirts and
      Sunday shoes.
Yow I stray all the day, from the gay far away
Choru.-Bot fretting won't do, &c.




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          C'OME, DXR1(IER, COVE.
Music, witL Piano Forte Acompaniment, published bj
           Ai. Hall & Son, New York.
Come, darkies, come,'tis tho hour for pleasure
Let mirth prevail then, without measure;
And while old Time, on restless wing
Does fly, oh, we will gaily sing-
                  Chorus.
A merry, merry song; Tral lal li-e-o!
We will prolong; Tral lal li-e-o I
Till tle break of day; ral lal li-e-o!
CRll us aWy, away Tral lal li-e-o !
Come, darlies, come, 'tis the hour for fun;
WhOat sport we'll have, wien our work is done
Oh, wvho in this big world of strife
That envies tle poor darkies' life 1
Come, Pompey, come, and hrin r your tambo.
And Julius too, with hones anl banjo.
While Sambo tunes up his violin,
For to alve a dance upon the green-
                   Chorus.
With the girls so gay; Tral lal li-e-o I
We will sing away ; Tral lal li-e-o I
Till oldI Massa's horn ; Tral lal li-e-o!
Tell us 'tis morn, 'tis morn ; Tral lal li-e-o'
Come, darkies, come, &c.
To the lits qffain ourselves we'll take,
To bre:ilkfiast on the good hoe-cake
Aml oe il1 Sol peeps o'er tho hills,
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                  Chorus.
With the scythe and hoc'; Tral lal li-e-o!
Away we'll go; Tral lal li-e-o I
To wake so gay: Tral lal li-e-o!
Till another holiday, holiday; Tral lal li-e-o!I
Come, darkies, come, &c.



           HUSHI-A-BYE, BABY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.

When l)ut a little fellow, I'd nothing else to do
But run ahout on erronds, and hlack young
      Mfassa's shoe.
The case is very different now; I has to hoe
       and rake,
 With scarcely tine, o' mornings, to eat my
       corn-meal cake.
                   Chorus.
 But I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, a-dig,
 Dig all tle livelong day;
 The wvorst of all trouhies to a darkie is to dig,
 Though he aint trouhled much with the pay.

 Old Missu,s triedl persuading. and old .1Massa he
       did fret,
 Because young Aassa was away, accumulating
       debt;



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Old Massa sent a letter to young Massa, witl
      advice
For the future to do better, and to marry some.
      thing nice.
Chorus-But I dig, dig, &c.

So my young Massa Harry kinder sorter shook
      his head,
Resolved at once to marry, as he ought to, so
      he said;
And he found a planter's daughter, very pretty,
      rich and tall,
Went right away to court her; pleased the
      lady, friends and all.
Chorus.-But I dig, dig, &c.

The summer had departed, and gone were al
      the flowers ;
Cold autumn had arrived, with all its misty,
      moisty showers,
When home came my young Massa, with a very
      sweet young bride,
Far sweeter than the honeycomb, without a
      bit of pride.
Chorus.-But I dig, dig, &c.

With old familiar face, young Massa stay'dat
      home,
"ever went to balls or races, never felt 'nclined
      to roam;



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It last there came a little child, in the rosy
      month of June,
&nd the old folks, and the young folks, all
      began this self-same tune.
                  Chorus.
Jush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;
When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,-
Down comes rock-a-bye, cradle and all.


     THE BELLE OF WINYAW BAY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            Hall & Son, New York.
      The moon was shining brightly
      Upon the old corn-field;
      The darkies there tripp'd lightly
      The old Virginia reel;
      The darkies was a dancing
      With steps so light and gay,
      When came the lovely Dinah,
      The Belle of Winyaw Bay.
Chorus.-The darkies was a dancing
        With steps so light and gay,
        When came the lovely Dinah,
        The Belle of Winyaw Bay.

      She gave one look of pleasure
      Upon that lovely scene,



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      Then joined in tromping macs-ure
      To the sound of the tanborine;
      And when the tired darkies
      For any thing did pray,
      'Twas for the lovely Dinah,
      The Belle of Winyaw Bay.
Chorus.-And when the tired darkies, &c.

      Than she did give them water
      To cool the darkies' throats,
      And then she caper'd gaily
      To the hanjo's mellow notes
      Andwhen the old horn sounded
      Just at the hreak of day,
      They bless the lovely Dinah,
      The Belle of Winyaw Bay.
 Chorus.-And when the old horn sounded, &e

       Though well she loved old Massa,
       And prayed that he might live,
       Yet when there was a dancing
       She had a foot to give;
       Then here's to that sweet beauty
       That stole my heart away,
       The black-eyed girl, sweet Dinah,
       The Belle of Winyaw Bay.
 Chorus.-Then here's to that sweet beauty, &e



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         POOR FOOISH JOE.
 Now Rosa's gone, her soul has fled,
       U-li o-li a-li eel
 To that peaceful home made for the dead.
       U-li o ii a-li ee I
 Upon the bed her body lies,
 Joe kneeling down, with weeping eyes
 Her friends around the bed do go,
 And whisper, 1 )ou't be foolish Joe."
       U-li o-li a-li ee I
Chorus.-He courted Rose in Tennessee
              U-li o-li a-li ee I
      Beneath that old familiar tree.
              U-li o ii a-li ee I
  Next day they huried Rosa Lee,
        U-li) &c.
  It was a sorry sight to see
        U-li, &c.
  Joe took his last cold kiss of love-
  )ear Rosa, we shall meet above;
  His miud gave way beneath the blow,
  He then indeed was " Foolish Joe."
        U-lil &c.
Chorus.-le courted Rose, &c.
  Joe's manly form began to waste
        U-li, &c.
  He wandered up and down in haste;
        U-li, &c.
  He look'd with vacant stare around,
  Then threw himself upon the ground;
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  He thought he heard a voice so low,
  That whisper'd, " Don't be foolish, Joe."
        U-li, &c.
Chorus.-He courted Rose, &c.

  He wander'd many a day and night,
         U-li, &c.
  To the spot where they first love did plight
         U-li, &c.
  He sat beneath that good old tree,
  Where Rosa sat beside his knee,
  And as the gentle breeze did blow,
  He thought he heard that " Foolish Joe.'
         U-li, &c.
 Chorus.-He courted Rose, &c.

   Two days from that, a passer-by,
         U-li, &c.
   Saw the form of poor Joe lie;
         U-li, &c.
   He could not from his Rosa part,
   It was too much-it broke his heart.
   The slaves, as by that tree do go,
   Pause and weep for faithful Joe.
         U-li, &c.
 Chorus.-Joe, too, sleeps in Tennessee,
              U-li, &e.
          'Neath that old familiar tree.
              U-li, &c.



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              POWZ? OL) JOE.
Oh where's that old grey darkey gone,
      that used to work the hoe,
In Massa's field to till the ground, long time
       ago ?
You ask us where that darkey's gonc, that
       good old darke, Joe-
le's guon to see the elophant, down, down be-
      low.
                  C11rus.
Poor old Joe, lie used to work the hoe and play
      thle Old ba Io,
              Long time ago
lie had no tecth, and lie was blind ; his wool
      w'a.s liite as snow
But Mass:a to olti JToe was kind, long time ago.
He unsed to lisi for frogs and eels, that good
      oMd I:Arky Joe.
'Till grim titli took lihn by the heels, down,
      dow biehlow.
Clorus.-i'oor old Joe, &C.
lie used to cli:ilk the n'mbers down, and keep
      i, il just so
His age it o%,:u  a liundred anl forty, lon- time

But death hla cosuf-t old Jo- at last, tie' lie
      wasi huhl to go
ie's in iti e 0 i -i 1 sleeping fast, down,
      dov.-il below.
horus.-Voor old joe, &C.



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One little but among de bushs,
  One dat I love,
Still sadly to my memory rushes,
  No matter where I rove.
When will I see de bees a humming,
  All ound do comb ?
When will I hear de banjo tumruing,
  Down in oy good old home?
Chor-s.-All de world am sad and drcary, &e




     "1OIl1 BOYS, CARRY ME 'LONG."

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co New Yoik.

       Oh! carry me 'long;
         Dero's no more trouble for me
       I's guine to roam
       In a happy hoine,
         Where all do niggas am free.
       I've worked long in de fields-
         i've handled many a hoe;
       I'll turn my eye,
       Before I die,
         And see do sugar-cane grow.
 Chrorus.-Oh I boys, carry me 'long;
            Carry me till I die:
          Carry ue down
          To do buryin' groun'
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       TIE ROSE 01' BALIMORE.

     Twis on a public proalenade,
     One bright October morn,
     I Sbao a sweet and lovely maid
     On the tide of fashion borne.
     licr lips were like a cherry
     Just blushing on the tree
     Iler voice, oh ! it was nierry
     As fairies' song at sea.
Chors.-Oh! a lovelier maid I never saw before,
             With eyes so bright,
             Like stars at niglit,
        The Rose of Baltimore.

    I've roved o'er many a billow
      Like a tameless mountain- childi
    I e mnade the rock my pillow,
      In the Arab desert Nvild :
    I've slept in the Peri's bower,
      Oin Persia's dreamy shore,
    Iut I nev er found a flower,
      Like the Rose of Baltimore.
  hrr't--s t)h l a lovelier maid, &c.

    One night, when I was dreaming,
      ('Tvas a dark and stormy night.)
    Her form, like moonrlgt gleaming,
       Burst on my vision bright.
    I told her of my passion deep,
       I tried to tell her more;



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    But soon shL, rn i   in my sleep-
      The Rose of Baltimore.
C,I.ss.-Ohl ! a lovelier maid, &c.

    I ofteii roam throuhrla Market Street
      As I have roanied before,
    13ut now, alas ! I neer meet
      The Rose of Baltimore.
    'Tis true that there hrigrht eves still beam,
      WVith Cupid's inagic lore,
    But my he!Lrt is With its early dream
      The Rose of Biltimore.
Chorus.-Oh! a lovelier maid, &c.



THE DARK' WHO 1 TOTES " TIE TARGET
  Yon may talk ahout tihe heroes great,
    Tht die for fun aindc glory-
  Ahout the 'lustrious nanies that blaze
    In ancient sung and story;
  There's none of them can shine with him,
    Who, ev'ry casion suiting-
  The dark' who totes the target
    When the boys gro out a-shooting.
C;orus.-They come togrether,
        With sword :ml fteathe,
          With trumpets, drums,and hooting
        And with thle niItlAk
        Brings up tie lark',
           hlOen t1m v- out a-shooting.




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  0, Poml-pus Cbesar lie is some
    When, in, the fixings deked, sir,
  With martial treadl he Avaiks alon(--
    Eyes right, and head erct, sir.
  The colored girls all ivink at him,
    Their faice aiwqys suitino-
  The (lark' wfio totes the tainet
    W1,hen the boys go out a-shooting.
Chons.-Tliey come togtlier, &c.

  Andl if the foe slionld dare invado
    Again, our peaceful shore, sir,
  you'll lind t1e boys will mAter stiong
    And boat thieni cc ic efoi, sir;
  And rno,:iorg for theeirv, too10
    The trk', 'il'c a sion"n itiug,
  Who bee- o lloft thebi      0
    When tie hoVb y o ot L-sootine
Chorm.-Tiiev coi( togetr  c.




     TIlE OLD LOG IIUT AT ITOME.

Mu ie, with Piano Forto A eeomnaniinemtt, pulished by
       Nlessr. F'irth, Pond &l Co., New York.
Dowin by floe river ,w lo,, hitt stand,
Where fat her an! toothct once dwelt,
And the eli he rii. tc th., t Nv:s wourn by out

And the chrch M-Ihre in prayer we knelt;




              POPULAR SONGS.           III

Years. years have pass'd since that happy
      time,
But the river keeps rolling along,
And rippling sound on the mossy bank,
s singiog the sain( old song.
Chorus.-Row, row, row your bo.t
         Gently down the stream,
         All that is past is gone, you know,
         The future but a dream.

There stands the tree we used to climb,
And the mill with its rolling din,
And the old wharr-hoat there it used to float
Where the school-bovs used to swim.
High grass grows oi the master's grave,
And the river keeps rolling along,
And the birds and the bees, the blossoms, the
      trees,
Are singing the same old song.
Clorus.-Row, row, row your boat, &c.




           AUNT DINAH ROE.

0, well I remember old Aunt Dinah Roe-
Her eye dim with age, and her wool like the
      snow-
She lived in a hut near the river Pee Dee7
And more than a mother was Diniah to me;




118           POPULAIR SOYrS.

For she was lie first Om to learn me a tune--.
The first one that taught ma to trap the old
      coon-
And long as the lood in this body shall flow,
TP'menber with gratitude Aunt Dinah Roe.

She was good to the poor darkey-loving and
      nild-
She'd joke with the old folks or play with a
       child-
She'd frown at the wrong act, but smile at
      the right,
And every one loved her, the black and the
      white
And often when smolking her pipe at the door,
The birds would fIr in and hop over the floor,
For they knew, though they saw the old cat
       on the cirr,
 That puss couldn't hurt them, for Dinah -was
       there.

 She'd sigh with the sorrowing-laugh with
       the gay' -
Tend on the sici-bo,I, or join in the play-
The first at a funeral, wedding, or birth-
The killer of trouble, or maker of mirth.
She spoke her mind freely-was plain as the
       day-
 But never hurt anv by what she miglit sav.
 if she once made a pIoinise, it never was broke.
 And her friends wvould all swear to what Dinah
       had Spoke.




              POPULAU 'SONGS.          119

One bcaut'fCal morning, at break of' ti dCay,
I stopped ait the old hUt, Whell  passing' that
      way-
L opened the door-what an object was
      there !-
 My dear Old Vunt Dinah was dead in hev
      chair!
 fe buried her under an old willow tree,
 Wlhere m:wy a time she had frolicked with me.
 Even Mas.,a wept for ler, though she ivias his
       sLae ;
 And Towser, her faithful dog, died on he r -rave.




      NIGHT FUNERAL OF A SLAVE.

 In the bright sunny South, at the clse of the
       day,
   To tie mansion there came a grief-stricken
       slave-
  "The co'Lin is there, and the people all say,
  'Ihat mnaster nust come before he goes to
        the grave."
  "It was my poor John," the good mas'Lor re-
        pl i Ced
    A A servant more faithful there never could
        be
  For all his life lo,, till the (lay tiat he died,
    No frietid could he truer than Joln was to
        mO.




120           POPULAR SONGS.

A Christian more humble there's not in ths
       land;
  A heart that was kinder to man was ne'er
       given ;
I stood by h is death-bed, and took his cold
       iand-
  The last words be spoke were, 1 0, meet me
       in I leaven.' "
He laid his soft hand on that cold, icy brow,
  And dropped on the pillow a warm, manly
       tear,
Then said, " If like him we would try to live
       now,
  In death we should, like him, have nothing
       to fear."

They came to the funeral from plantations
       round,
   To bury the slave, at the dead hour of night;
 A, death-song they sang, as they walked to the
       ground,
   With pine-torches blazing, to give them
       their light.
They let him down gently, in the grave dark
       and deep;
   On the coffin with earth, from eves dark and
       dihni,
 Fell softly the warm tears, as in love they did
       weep,
   Wlilst thie minister prayed they miight all
       die like hint.



               POPULAR SONGS.            121

            POMPEY'S GRAVE.
 In a lone cypress swamp, where the wild-roar-
       ing bull-frog
   The echoes awake with his deep, thrilling
       tones-
 Old Pompey lies there, aud the plantation
       watch-dog
   A requien howls o'er his deep-sunken bones.
                   Chorus.
 Though the liglitnings may flash, and the
       'skeeters are singing,
  le starts not, lie wakes siot, lie's free from
      all pain
 He sleeps his last sleep-lie is qu'ictly grin-
      nino--
  le never shall hunt for the possumi again I

Ho! ebony shade, where now are the nation
  Of yougi, d(ark's that rushied, when thou
      ledi'st them on?
All mournful they gather about the plantation,
  And weep for the old (ark' departed and
      gone.
Chores.-Thouh the lighitnig-bugs flash, &c.
Spiritless Pompey i the earth cannot bind the;
  For, like the 'coon-fire that goes out ini the
      damp,
So thou hst gone out, leaving nothing behind
      thee                          S8aEnp.
  Save tiv old boiies. which repose in the
Chorus.-fliough the lightning-bugs flash, &e



122            POPULAR SONGS.

            SERAPHIIINA TELL.

Oh, whit folks, listen unto me, I'll tell TS
      what befell
A very fair young colored girl, named Scra.
       phina Tell;
She u as so sweet and fancy, her eyes they wens
       so bright,
You'd think there waas a new full-moon, whet
      she walked out at night.
Ch,orus.-Oh, Seraphina Tell Oh, Seraphina
               Tell i
         You ore the sweetest colored girl
         That in this town does dwell.

I took her to the hall one night she was the
      raging belle,
And all the darkies fell in love with Seraphina
      Tell;
She danced with so much grace and ease, and
      turned upon her heel-
One darkey laughed himself to death, to see
      her dance a reel.
C710rus.-Oh, Seraphina, &c.

I danced with her till morning's iighit; I saw
      its fashing beam
When she fell fointing in my arms-thelovely
      Seraphine.




              POPULAR SON(S.           123

 I asked her if Id see her hoine-her eyes upou
      lite fell-
 She sLi(l, Dcr SDa , of course you can,"-
      swe-et Seraphlina Tell.
 C/lsris.-Oll, Seraphilna, kc.

 I took her home that very night, she never
      more arose,
 But down in the cotton-field her Io(v there
      repose ,
 And now, white folks, my story's done, I hope
      it's pleased you well
 For I shall never, never see, my Seraphina
      Tell.
 Chorus.-Oh Seraplhina, &c.



          SWEEP-011 REFRAIN.

Before the day breaks, with my brush and my
      scraper,
  To sweep u1) the chimneys along I now totes
With mv 'olaiiket around me along I do caper,
  AMy voice niav be heard with the mockin--
      biril's notes.
chorus.-Sweep oh ! sweep oh ! oh, oh I

Oh I oh  Rock Susannah, Santa Anna, aunt
      HIa annah,
Afary Tnn, Biscialnn, wltl!i oldl Jeminiianna,


              POPULAR SONGS.            7

      All ober de land
        I've wander'd many a day,
      To blow de horn
      And mind de corn,
        And keep de possum away.
      No use for me now-
        So, darkeys, bury me low:
      My horn is dry,
      And I must lie
        Wha de possum nebber can go.
 horus.-Oh! boys, carry me 'long, &c.


      Farewell to de boys,
        Wid hearts so happy and light;
      Dey sing a song
      De whole day long,
        And dance de juba at night.
      Farewell to de fields
        Of cotton, 'bacco, and all:
      I'se guine to hoe,
      In a bressed row,
        Wha de corn grows mellow and talL
Chorus.-Oh! boys, carry me 'long, &c.


      Farewell to de bills,
        De meadows covered with green,
      Old brindle boss
      And de old grey boss-
        All beaten, broken, and lean.



124             POPULAR SONGS.

Come down and open the door-lia   Ia
Oh 1 oh oh ohl ! ohl ! ohl! oh
                  Chorus.
With tambourine pounding, and banjo loud
      sounding,
WeICn day's work am done, oh, we darki eshave
      fun.

As through the streets we are gingrin,
  Ever, ever happy, ever blithe and gay,
To old hassa ion,e bringing,
  A little keep, ourselves to pay.

With my cap o'er ray eyes I was upwards as-
       cend in(
   And loudly I sings when I gets to the top
I got thinking of Rosa, and over was bending
   When I fll down the next flue, bang into a
       dinner pot.
 Chorus.-Sweep oh ! sweep oh! oh! oh I

 Oh I oh ! Rock Susannah, Santa Anna, and all
       the other Annas,
 Come down, and don't keep a poor darkey
       waiting in the cold-
 And open tile (loor.
 Oh i oh ! oil ! oh ! ohi ! oh ! oh i
 Choras.-Withi tambourine poundlin, &c.



               POPULAR SONGS.

   TIlE DARXEY SLEIGING PARTY.
   Jin(,le, jingle, clear the way,
   'Tis the merry, merry sleigh-
   Joyfully we glide along,
   Only listen to our song.
   Over the bridge, down by the mill,
   Then upset upon the hill
   Set 'cm up, the sleigh-bells ring,
   Whiie we darkies l-uogh and sing.
                   Chorus.
Jingle,jingle,jingle,jingl, in,le, clear theway,
'Tis the merry, merry), lierrv, merry, merry
      sleigh-
    Go-a-lon! &c.
Oh, shall we go a-sleighing, a-sleighing, a-
      sleighing ?
  The white horse shall pull us o'er the snow-
      covered plain ;
On good liskey punch, cakes and sausage.S
      regaling,
Oh, then we will slope to our homes back
      again.
chorus.-Jingle, jingle, &c.
The trees 'of the forest, sleigh-runners shall
      lend us,
  With an acorn cap, and an oak-bark shell
With coon-shins to wrarin us, and bells to at-
      tend us
  0 merrily we glide to the sound uf the bell.
C&orus.-Jingle, jingle, &c.



rOPULAR SONGS.


    Jingle, jingle, on we go,
    Capes and honnets in a row;
    The old whip snaps, the girls all funny,
    Hurry up that peach and honey.
    See the old horse how lie blows,
    Like a steani-pipe from his nose,
    And the boys their snow-balls fling,
    As the merry sleigh-bells ring.
Chorus.-Jinle, jingle, &c.




         DINA117S WVEDDING DAY.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published 14
         William Vanderbeck, New York.

Huzza, huzza, the day has come, Miss Dinah's
       to be mnarried,
Oh, glad am I, for that's a fact, for very long
       she's tarried
Bring out the corn, the ho-cake too, the gum-
       bo and the cream,
And dont forget the wedding-cake, on which
       each dark' inust dream.
C%orus.-For we will (lance and sing all night,
           liuzza, huzza, huzza, huzza!
         And play thie hanjo till day light,
            Ila, ha, ha, hat, ha, ha, ha, ha I
         el dlance nml  i ug mi,ke any thing
            Hluzza) hzza ) huzzi


              POIM lLX                  127

Oh, Diialli thc iprttic ;t irl tii:tt ywi ever
      dil se,
And tirm "nis once a thne she thWsh Iw eel's.
      eyes at me;
But nov thos   dis are past, anJ1 this poor
      chil's forsa ken--.
Alas la i xveXll-a-day .-You Ponp, fret,-hback
      that lacon I
Chorus.-For we will dance and sing, &c.

Just hear that darkey, shut up that there
      Inouth ;
Wed Mill you iny Dinah dear, ni,; :suns from
      tlie South ?
Come let us dance and sinl, :4u0h and be
      jolly
Dinah, tlit sweetest girl, has unarTied Cut, by
      golly
chorus.-For wve will dance aiid silg, &c.



THE DARKEY BLACKERRYING            PARTY

Come, dlarkies, get your hats-darkies, get
      your hats I
  Coint alonq, and never tire
Piehsina' iq) the fruit, luckinmp of the fruit-
  Bt he careful of tie briar.
I' lackh orr r,z i,owin, i,owia,  i   fetch
          Cl   -      131)



128            POPCLAR SONGS.

When tney're red they're alway s green, but
       when they're ripe they're black I
Oh, darkieS, get your hats-darkics get your
       hats!
  Come along, and never tire
PicRin,r of the fruit, picking of the fruit-
  Bat be careful of tie hriar.

Oh, how they tear the darkey's hands,
  And stick into their tender feet;
But ivith such luscious-colored fruit
  The pickles conue along with the sweet.
Crows around us flyIng, only Listen to their
        ctw
The black bird's notes replying, bid 'em hold
       tbir under jaw.
Oh, there -was fun, ua ! ha ! oh, tuere was fun,
       ha1 ! hua I
The darlkies' sides now shake. Samho, just
       look th ere i
"Whv, what is that you see?"      Why don't
       you see the snake?
You ought to see us run-you ought to see us
       run I
The blackberries. we dropp'd 'em; the dlarkies
       run so fast, tIe darkies run so fast,
That tlIe devil coui not stop 'em. Oh, therO
       was fun, ha !ha !h-oh tie Lawks !

 We run a mill or two, uNve run a mile or two,
       before wve dil look lack;



              POPULAR SOSGS.           129

Some darkies they were blue, some darkies
      they were blue,
But the most of thein was black. Two of them
      fll do\in with fright,
Rigt down 11pon the field ; we thought that
      one of then would die,
With a rush of blood to the heel.
We felt the other's pulse, we felt the other's
      puls-e-oh I how the (lark' did shake;
The 'casion of his death, the'casion of his death,
      he was troubled with a snake.
We left the other lying there-the funeral up
      was hurrying;
The darkey camne to life again-bound to go
      blackherrvingI
We hurried to the spot, with clubs the, snake
      to lick -
WVe made a ruish upon it-'twas nothing hut a
      crookel stick I
Oh, there was fun, ha ! ha! oh, there was fun,
      ha!1 ha!1
Eating berries on a log;-oh, Sambol. just
      look there
Why, what is that ho eat? The darkey swal-
      lowed a frog I
Eatingr berries on a log-eating berries on a
       log-
  Oh, how the dark did swill 'em I
Time way he lam'd 'Em in, the way he lam'd

  Two cart-loais couldn't fill 'em.
Oh, there wvas fun hia I ha!-oh) the Lawks I



130           POPULAR SONGS.

UNCLE GABRIEL, TIlE DARKEY GENERAL

Oh, my boys, I'm bound to tell you;
            Oh! oh!
Listen awhile, and I will tell you;
            Oh ! oh I
I'll tell you little 'bout Uncle Gabriel;
Oh, boys, I've just begun,
Hard times in old Vi-ginny.

Oh, don't you know old Uncle Gabriel?
            Oh!1 oh!
Oh, he wats a darkey General
            Oh! oh I
lie was the Chief of the Insurgents,
Way down in Southampton.
Iard times in old Virginny.

It was a little boy betrayed him,
            Oh!I oh I
A little boy by the name of Daniel,
            Oh I oh I
Betrayed him at the Norfolk landing,
Oh, boys, I'm getting done.
Hard times in old Virginny.

Says he, How d'ye do, my Uncle Gabriel I
            Oh I oh I
I am not your Uncle Gabriel,
            Oh I oh I
yI name it is Jim McCullen



              POPLLAR SONGS.           131

Some, they colls me Archey Mullin,
Ilard tincs iii old Virg,inny.

The whites, they fought him and they caught
      hima
             Oh ! oh I
To Richmond court-house they did bring him,
             Oh i oh i
Twelve men sat upon the jury;
Oh, boys, I'm most done.
Hard tines in old Virginny.

They took hima down to the gallows,
             Oh! oh!
 Tiey drove hin down with four grey horses,
             01 1 oh
 Brice's Pen, lie drove the wagon;
 Oh, boys, I'm most done.
 Hard tinies in old Virginny.

 And there thev hung rhim and they swung him,
             Oh i oh!i
 And they swung him and they hung him,
             011! oh!
 And that was the last of the darkey General;
 Oh, boys, I'm11 just done.
 Hard times in old Virginny.



132          POPULAR SONGS.

  TIAPPY ARE WE, DARKIES SC GAY.
lLappy are we,,darkics so gay!
Come, let us sing and laugh while we play
The darkey minstrels' favorite lay,
With a ha, hia, ha, ha, and laugh while we play
         .Music delicious,
           0, then how sweet!
        Your kind applauses
           We hope to greet.
Chorus.-Happy are we, &c.
The songs that we sing, some of them are fine
The chorus is good, when we all do combine.
We always are then so happy and gay,
We laughi and we sing, ha, ha, ha, while we
      play.
         Singing delicious,
           0, then, how fine I
         We darkey minstrels
           At niglit we do shine i
 Chorus.-HIappy are we, &c.
 Ma'm'selle Augusta-she is so fine
 In dancing and playing in the pantomime I
 We darkey minstrels, with blacken'd face,
 Comes the cachuca and polka with grace.
         I)ncingr del;cious,
           0, then low gay I
         We'll dan;e fnl,rd we'll sing
            Till the break of day.
 Chorus.-Iappy are we, &c.



             POPULAR SONGS.          133

    WOULD I WERE A BOY AGAIN.

  Oh, would I were a boy again,
  When every day seemed two or three;
  I fell asleep upon the floor,
    And dreamed of happy days to see.
  My mother's voice, how sweet 'twould sing;
    She said I was her love-lier joy.
  I touched the corn-stalk fiddle-string,
  And then she called me one of the boys.
horus.-Oh, would I were a boy again, &c.

  But now I'm old, and am not young
    My mother, she is dead and gone;
  I bear the songs she usedl to sing;
    One of them was Miss Lucy Long.
  Upon the future I look back,
  And see the days that now are scant;
  Oh, would that I were young again,
  But now you see I'm old, and can't.
CAorus.-Oh, would I wer a boy again, &c.



        SANTEE'S RIVER SIDE.

  Oh, swiftly passed those happy days
  By the old Santee's side,
  Where sweet young Jenny promised me
  She soon would be my bride.



               POPULAR SONGS.

       Farewell to dc dog
         Dat always followed me round;
      Old Sancho'll wail
      Ar d( droop his tail,
        When I am under de greund.
Chorus-Oh! boys, carry me 'long, &c


               NELLY BLY
Music, with Piano Forte Aecoinp.ninwnt. published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & (., New York.

Nelly Bly ! Nelly 1l3 ! bring de broom along;
We'll swveep de kitclhen clean, iny dear, and
      hab a little song.
Poke de wood, my lady lob, and make do fire
      burn ;
And, while I take de banjo down, just gib de
      mush a torn.
                  Chorits.
  ITeigh! 'Nelly, ho! Nelly, listen lob to me
  I'll sing for you, play for you, a dulcem
        melody.

Nelly Bly hls a voice like (10 turtle-dove,
I iears it in (10 meadow and I hears it in de
      grove;
Nellv ily hh a heart warm as cup of tea,
1nd Ib-iger (lass do sweet p)otato down in Ten.
      nessee.
      Clors.-IIeigh ! Nelly, ho I &c



134            POPULAR SONGS.

  And w hen the nooi her gladsome rays
     Cast o'er the silvo'ry tide,
  Oh, then witat rapture filled this heart,
    By the old Santee's side.
Chorus-Oh, then what rapture, &c.

  But those bright days were doomed, alas
     To wither and decay;
  Mlly Iassa sold sweet Jenny, dear,
     Atd sent hier far away.
  No nore togetter will we stray
     In all our youtltful pride;
  No more we'll wiispter tales of love
    By the old Santee's side.
Chorus.-No inore we'll walsper tales, &c.

  I see the trees hanag o'er the path,
    I hear thle sweet birds sing,
  rrhey otly inock ty sorrow, and
    With grief iny poor heart wring.
  At eventtide I've soutght tltat spot,
    Asd laid ie down and cried-
  There's nought hut sorrow sow for me
    Bly tse old Santce's side.
Chorus.-Th'lere's nought hut sorrow, &c.


           011, DEAREST DINE.
A cutting oft ie sugar-cane is this here darkey's
      fu n.
(t makes hiu laii-li when he toes ttink that
      all his w ork is d1ote



               POPULAR SONGS.           135

 And then to that old white-washed hut, this
       darkey does repair,
 For he knows within that same old hut his
       Dinah's waiting there.

                  Chorus.
 Oh, dearest Dine, I'd like to make her mine,
 And if I was but rich enough, in diamonds
       she should shine.

 When working in the 'bacca-field, a darkey
      said one day-
 Now, Julius, if you marry Dine. we all will run
      away.
Says I, my boys, I can't do that, for Massa
      won't agree,
And I'll never marry lovely Dine, unless he
      sets us free.
Chorus.-Oh, dearest Dine, &c.

One day, when mowing of the hay, old Massa
      saidl to me-
Now, Julius, if you marry Dine, I'll set you
      darkics free.
So, now unto the North we go, and there we
      live so fine)
And through the streets I promenade, along
      with lovely I)ine.
C11orus.-Oh, dearest Dine, &c.



POPULAP SONGS.


      THE COON-HUNTER'S BRrDE.
  Sam Johnson had a daughter fair-
    Fair as darkey's child could he;
  Luscious lips and raven hair,
    Pearly teeth, and step so free
  But love shot dart through Rosa's heart-
    A young coon-hunter, stout and hold,
  Oft sought the shade where Rosa stray'd,
    And many the witching tale he told.
Chorus.-Fly o'er the hills away with me,
         Fly o'er the hills, love, whispered he:
                   H-il-li-o I hil-li-o I
         Fly o'er the hills away with mo.
  But she, that lovely one, was souglt
    By crook-shin darkey, far away;
  The time was fixed, the ring was bought,
    And then came Rosa's wedding-day.
  Round coal-fire hright, the friends at night
    Make merry with the 'spiring cheer
  Bat one was there who wildly stare,
    And whisper'd in the maiden's ear.
Mhorus.-Fly o'er the hills away with mei &c.
  A hoat rode on the glassy stream,
    And far the moon rode in the sky;
  And then, I ween, two forms ere seen
    And swiftly from the shore they fly I
  Now down the tide how softly glide
    That hunter and his stolen fair-
  Long may they stray o'er hills away,
    And live and love forever there.
Chorus.-Fly o'er the hills away with me, &o



              POPULAR s.%s.            137

           MY LUCY SO FAiR.
My Lucy was fair to behold,
  She was the pride of' the whole plantatiou
She was worth her weight in gold-
  The fairest yellow girl in the nation.
Chorue.-Then sing to the memory
           Of my Lucy so fair;
        She has gone, she has left me,
           And for noughIit do I care
When with her, oh how gaily
  We frolic'd away the leisure hours
We danced and sung daily
  As we gather'd the cotton-flowers.
Chor-ihen sing to the memory, &c.
But my Lucy began to fade,
  Her beauty to wither like the rose
Soon she in the grave was laid)
  It grieves ie much, and my heart it froze.
CLoras.-Then sing to the menor, &c.
6weetly she sleeps il the grave,
  'Neath tile shade of thle stately pahl-trees,
.ii mournful silence they wave,
  As they're rulfled by the summer's cahu
      breeze.
Chorus.-Then sing to the memory, &c.
Oh, my heart now is broken,
  And soon nust iny spirit depart this earth-
Now my lat wru are pokeu,
  11 Lay mc near Lucy, ill tile land of my birth.
C'Iors.-Thin sdhug to time mecmllory, &C.



          POPULAR SONGS.

          LIZZY LEE.

The moon is shining, Lizzy Lee,
   So lovely is the day;
Your faithful darkey comes to thee,
   W"'ith banjo for to play.
Then, Lizzy Lee, 0, list to me,
  And hear this loving sng,
And do not say, "0, go away,
  You, darkey, get along."

We've sung together, Lizzy Lee
  Together hoed the field
Together we have often danced
  'Pon light fantastic heel-
For you I've played the banjo string,
  Beneath the cypress tree;
For you this faithful darkey sighs-
  For you, 0, Lizzy Lee.

0, Lizzy Lee I 0, Lizzy Lee I
  If love me you will never,
I'll go and drown me in the sea,
  By jumping in the river.
And when I'm buried in the grave,
  I'll no nore sigh for thee ;
But darkey ghost will come and say,
  "0, flkle Lizzy Lee."



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     TILE YELLOW     ROSE OF TEXAS.

     There's a yellow girl in Texas
       That Fm going down to see
     No other darkies know her,
       No darkey, only me ;
     She cried so when I left her
       That it like to broke my heart,
     And if I only find her,
       We never more will part.
 Chorus.-She's the sweetest girl of color
           That this darkey ever knew;
         Her eves are bright as diamonds,
           And sparkle like the dew.
         You may talk about your DearestMae
           And sing of Rosa Lee,
         But the yellow Rose of Texas
           Beats the belles of Tennessee.

    Where the Rio Grande is flowing,
      And the starry skies are bright,
    Oh, she wvalks along the river
      In the quiet summer night
    And she thinks if I remember
      When we parted long ago,
    Ipromised to coine back again,
      And not to leave her so.
Chorus -She's the sweetest girl of color, &c.

    Oh, Ini coirgf now to find her,
      Foir .' 'It.1)crt is fill of woe,



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     And we'll sing the songs togethet
       That we sang so long ago.
     Well play the banjo gaily,
       And we'll sing our sorrows o'er,
     And tbe vellow Rose of Texas
       Shall be mine forever more.
Chorus.-She's the sweGtest girl of color, &e.



               SARAII DAY.

I'll sing you a song of a lovely charmer, one
      Sarah Day-
She lived with me in Alabama, where often she
      did say,
Mly dearest Bones, my lovely Bones, this heart
      was made for thee ;
But oh, you darkies heware, beware, for oh
      how false was she.
                  Chorus.
Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, farewell, Sarah
      Dy!
Farewell, thou false one, Sarah, farewell, Sarah
      Day!

I' worked from morn till night with Sarah
      heneath the shady lime,
And often thought, thou-h 'twas but fancy
      i'd win her yet in time;



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We talked and sang love-hymns together, sit-
      ting on the ground;
She often sighed, and called me dearer than all
      the darkies round.
Chorus.-Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, &c.

1 could not eat, for love had made me like the
     , fish in yonder stream;
My brother darkies did not know me, for a
      shadow I did seem.
Besides the stream I met my Sarah, one fairy
      moon-light night,
And fondly swore iI ever love her, if she'd
      become my wife.
Chorus.-Farewell thou lovely Sarah, &c.

She said my love was nought hut fickle, as
      changeful as the moon,
And swore she ne'er would die a maiden, but
      would get married soon.
Away she went, and quickly married my hate-
      ful rival, Flare ;
The last I heard, she had a baby, a squalling
      son aud heir.
Chorus--Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, &c.

Then learn from me, ye love-sick darkies,
      should you e'er fall in love,
That this one left me a broken-hearted and a
      dejected cove;




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And thoagh they sing and smile so softly, and
      look so blithe and gay,
Remember, once again, I pray you, poor Bones
      and false Miss Day.
Chorus.-Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, &e


              NELLY BELL.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published b)
           J. W. Porter, Philadelphia.
  Oh, place ue in that same spot
    Where lies my Nelly Bell-
  'Tis near that well-remembered cot
    'Neath the willow in the dell.
  'Twas by the side of the bright rill,
    That near her father's old hut door,
  I beard the lips of my sweet Nell
    Say she loved young Csar Moore.
Chorus.-There, dearest Nell, I oft have met-
           Dark curls flowed o'er her head-
         I think I see her dear face yet,
           Though she's sleepingwth the dead
  'Twas on a dark and stormy night,
    When riding side tie bill,
  As the lightning flasli'd, tie horse took fright
    And (lashed into the ri'l.
  There slie was drowned, my dearest maid,
    And found close by tie shore,
  And in the cold grave she wits laid,-
    Sweet flowers I planted o'er.
Chorus.-There, dearest Nell, &c.



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    SINGING DARKEY'OF TITE 01110.

 White folks, come listen to the story
 Of a singying darkey, tall and young,
 Well-known in all his chanting glory.
 Throughont every State, his banjo rung,
 In steamboat, rail-car, farm or village;
 His music charmed all ears with joy;
 Among yellow girl's hearts lie made great pil-

 For le was a tall young darkey boy.
                  Chorus.
    Oh-ho, oh lie was all the go,
    Was this singing darkey of Ohio;
    Oh, what a-go, what a-go, what a-go,
    Was this singing darkey of the Ohio, &c.
Oft ladies, on their rich plantations,
  Would listen to this black Apollo's lay,
And charmed by his vocal sinivation,
  Dark maidlens tried to slope with him away;
With his teeth like white corn grinning,
  And his white eyes rolling wide,
Some merry song to the banjo spinninog,
  Oh, how the colored girls they sighed.
Chorus--Oh-ho, oh he was all the go, &c.
    fleilh-ho, the boatman row,
    Floating down the river the Ohio!
    Tb boatman is a lucky man,
    None can do what the boatman can'
    Mfal<es fast his boat, and jumps on shore-
    Spends his money, and works for more.
Chorus.-Ieihih-ho, t1w boatman r',   c.
                   Cc



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 Nelly lly shuts her eye when she goe to sleep.
 When she wakons up again her eye-balls gin
       to peep;
 De way she walks, she lifts her foot, ard den
       she brings it down,
 And when it lihts dere's music dab in d3
       part oh de town.
       Chorus.-leigh! Nelly, ho I &c.

 Ntly Bly! Nolly ily! nebber, nohher sigh  
 Nebber bring de tear-drop to de corncr oh
       your eye,
 For de pic is male of punkins, and do mush is
       luatde oh cor,
 And der's corn and pamnkins plenty, luh, a lyiu'
       in de barn.
       Chores. -Ileigh ! Nelly, ho I &c.


         WAY D)WN IN CA-I-11
Music, with Pi3no F'orl Accomnpwiiont, pibliThled by
       Messrs. Firtl, Pond & m.o., New York.
Oh I ladies, don't you blush, whe I come out
      to jilay
I only mcai to please you all, and den I's
      guine away.
                  Chorus.
I hear my rue luh weep, I hear my tre luh
      sigh,
Way dowu in Ca-i-ro dis nigga's guine to die



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       THE OLD VIRGINIA STATE.

     Oh, we come from the mountains
       Of old Virginny State;
     We're a hand of darkies
       From the heel unto the pate,
     With a band of music,
       Now go singing through each State

     We have left our darkie parents
       In old Virginny State;
     They hid us good-bye,
       And we hid them good bye-er;
     We are true colored singers,
       We make the old earth ring, sirs.

     We have ten other brothers,
       And we've sisters one and tother,
     With one father and one mother,
       In old Virginny State.
     With all of us together,
       We're a smashing woolly string
     Of handsome bleating black sheep,
       And our history we sing.

     Yes, while the air is ringing
       With our hanjo and singing,
     We to you the news are bringing
       From the old Virginny State.
     We're the trihe of Sambo,
       And their several names we'll sin,



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  Cudjoe, Banjo, Ponpey, Cmesar,
    Rawbout, Jawbone, Cuffee, Sneezer,
  Juba, Junmo, Pete, and Egg-eye,
    And T-wolips are our names
      We're the sons of Dinah,
        Of the tribe of Sambo,
      And now we touch the banjo,
        And sing you our Virginia song.

  We're all real darkies,
    Our lair and lips are curled,
  And we hope to please you,
    And sing it through the world.

  Hluzza! huzz, i huzza!
    Like our old (lads before us,
  Who used to join in the chorus-
    The coons w ill run before us
  When we give the loud luzza I
    Huzza! huzza! huzzalI



            JENNY LYLE.

Nly Jenny was a blithesome lass,
  And gentle as the doe;
Her breath was sw eet as ciocer-grrass,
  That in the spring time grow;
ier eyes were lit Nvitd niellow ray,
  And then icr beaming swlile,
That romid the lips like snmbens play,
  Of lovely JelIy LhIle.
                  10



146            POPULAR SONGS.

Chorus.-Bnt she is dead ; sweet Jenny's deadl
           We ne'er shall see her more-
        She sleeps beneath the cotton-boughs,
           On Mississippi's shore.


  Her voice was like the rippling stream
    That sings down in the dell-
  Its zephyr-cadence always seem
    In this lone heart to dwell.
  The robin listened on the tree-
    With sadden'd thought the while-
  So soft, so sweet the melody
    Of lovely Jenny Lyle.

Corus.-But she is dead, &c.


    All things that clustered round her feet,
      All things that glow aboon-
    The warbling birds and flowerets sweet,
      The shining stars and moon;
    And all the darkies in the land
      Had sought for many a smile,
    To win the gentle heart and band
      Of lovely Jenny Lyle.

Choru.-But she is dead, &c.



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     TIlE GAL FROM TIE SOUTI1.
     Old Massa owned a colored uirl-
     Ile boughIt her at the South
     Ter hair it curled so very tight
     She could not shut hcr mouth.
     Ter eyes they were so very small,
     The' both ran iuto one,
     And when a fly lit in her eye,
     'Twas like a June-bug in the sun.
Chorus.-lla, hat, ha, ha, ha, ha,
          The gal from the South
        Her hair it curl'd so very tight,
          She could not shut her muonth I
    Ter nose it was so very long,
      It turued up like a squash,
    And when she got her dander up
      She made me laugh, by gosh !
    Old Massa had no hooks or nails,
      Or nothing else like that,
    So on this darkie's nose'lie used
      To hang his coat and hat.
Chorus-11a, ha, ha, &c
    One morning, Alassa, going away,
      lie went to get his coat,
    But neither hat nor coat was there,
      For she had swallowed both
    Te took her to a tailor shol,
      To have her mouth mnalb ?snall;
    The ladly took i!i one long breaith,
      Amid swallo-vd tailor iutl at][ I
Chorus.-la, hint, lit, &c.



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            SHINING MOON,
  Last night, when the moon was beaming,
    I strolled with my Lucy love;
  The flowers were sleeping around us
    And the stars were shining above
  We walked along by the brook-side,
    Where I never wandered before,
  And we heard the waters gurgling
    Their notes by the pebbled shore.
CAorus.-Oh, silver-shining moon,
           Guide Ephraim on his way
        And soon you'll seehe'il married be
           Oh I what a happy day!I
  The night-hawk had sung his song,
    The owl sang in the tree,
  The whippoorwills were waltzing
    Around my girl and me.
  I asked her if she would have me;
    A blush came o'er her cheek,
  Her heart it palpitated,
    But Lucy could not speak.
Ch/orus.-Oh, silver-shining moon, &c.
  Oh, then I take her in my arms,
    An(l tried to make her speak;
  The tears as pure as drops of dew,
    Roll'd down her sable cheek.
  At length shle w hispered in my ear,
    And said she would have me soon;
  I kiss' a1n ia thle (lewy tears,
    And dancel hy the light of the moon.
Crus.-Oh, silver-shining moon, &c.




             POPULAR SONGS.            149

          THE OLD JAWBONE.

The jawbone hung in the kitchen hull,
The sea-bass shone on the white-wash wall;
There was old Jim Brown loved fun and was
      gay,
le kicked up the deuce on a holiday.
Old Jim he sawv, with a father's pride,
His beautiful child, Sam Joiuson's bride;
While she, with her bright eyes, seeled to be
The new moon of that company.
                 Chorus.
Oh, the old jawbone, oh, the old jawbone.

'I've eat all the sea-bass," now she cried,
1 So stop for a minute, I'll hide, Ill hide I
And, Johnson make sure you're the first to
     trace
The clue to my secret hiding place i
She ran out of the kitchen ; the darkies beoan
To hunt all round, and find he- ii tnery can;
And Johnson, hie cried, " Where 'bout you
     hide ?
I'm weary without you, my own black bride i1
ChOrus-Oh, the old jawbone, kc.

They hunt her that night, they bunt her next
     (lay,
They hunt her all round w hen a week pass'd
     away;




150            POPULAR SONGS.

In the short, and the long, in ti big liollop
       log,
Young Johnson hunt wildlly with aid of tie
       dog;
And years flew by, and his grief at last
Was told as the colored tale did pass,
And when Johnson came in, the young darkies
       cried,
"See the old one gobs for his long-lost bride."
Chorus.-Oh, the old jawbone, &c.
At last an old lojx. long covered with brush,
Was found in the swamp; the darkies did
       rush,l
And a tapering form lay mouldering there,
In the dark-colored skin of the lovely fair.
Oh, hard was her fate; like the sportive frog,
She hid from her love in a hollow log,
The brush was thron  over, and her eolored
       bloom
All faded away in the old log tomb.
Chorus.-G-L, the old jawbone, &c.
About twelve o'clock, at the hour of one,
A figure appears, and it strikes you dumb I
It has no flesh upon its bones;
It shakes its teeth-it laughs-it groans I
It seizes you by the wool of the head,
And it shakes you about 'till you're almos.
       dead!
It rings in your ears. "I was murder'd there !"
And that's what they call the old nightmare.
Chorus.-Oh the old jawbone, &c.




              POPULAR SONGS.            151

      THE ITEART-BROKEN DARKEY.

 Music, with Piano Forts Accompaniment, published by
             Hall & Son, New York.

 Dear darkies, I'll tell you of sorrow and woe,
 And the cause of this poor darkey's sadness ,
 I have met with a most calamitous blow,
 Which has driven me almost to madness
 She was pale as the light that's lit by the
      moon,
  And her voice like the song of the dove-
  Her teeth wore like pearls, Ier eyes like the
      coon,
  She looked like she was from above.
                  Chorus.
Thispoor child is sick of this humbuging world,
  For all that is loves is in another,
How dear to this heart was that yellow girl,
  Though she never knew that 1 loved her.

When I saw her at first, she was young and
      gay,
  And how lovely did look and behave-
I saw her at last, onl the fatal day
  That she was laid in the grave.
I lTved her not wisely, hut loved her too good,
  And of it I never did speak-
Congealment preyed on ike the worm in the.
      mud,
And eat all the flesh off my cheek.
Chorus.-Tis poor child is sick, &c.




152           POPULAR SONGS.

This poor heart am bursted, I can lovo no
      more,
  And almost to frenzy an driven-
I wish I was dead nd my sorrows all o'er
  I know I shall meet her in heaven.
The world has no feelings, they're cold as the
       stones,
  There's no balm for the wounded heart;
In the grave-yard there's room for this poor
       darkey's hones-
  To the grave-yard I want to depart.
  Chorus.-This poor child is sick, &c.


  CARPY ME BACK TO OLD VIRGINIA'S
                  SHORE.

     When I was young in old Virginia,
       I worked from day to day
     Aii.ong the flowery hilfls and fields,-
       To me it was hiit plia
     But now Irn growinc ol1 and lame,
       My bolles arc gettil - Sore-
     Then carrv me hack to old Virginia,
       To old Virginia shore.
 Chorus.-Oh, carry me hack, &c

     Ohl, if I ('01111 1)0 young again,
        I'd lead a different life,
     IId slve nivi money aiid buy a farm,
        A,Vith Dinah for'my wife;




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    And when too old and feeble grown
      I could not work any more,
    In greenwood shade I'd lay me down,
      (n old Virginia's shore.
Chorus.-Oh, carry mc baclc, &c.

    And when at last in death I sleep,
      Lay the hanjo by my side-
    Oh, bury it with me in the grave,
      For here it was my pride.
    Then p)eac(efuIlly Ill take my rest,
      And dream forever more,
    Then carry me hack to old Virginia,
      To old Virginia's shore.
Chorus.-Then carry mc back, &c.




              SUKEY LANE.
Music, with Piano Forte accornpaninent, published by
            Hall & Son, New York.

  Last fall I was so very ill,
    This spring I arm the sane;
  This heart is sinking all the time
    For pretty Sukey Lane.
  The darkies all do wonder so,
    And say Nviat's in a name,
  That I should talk so all the day
    Of pretty Sukey Lane.



10            IOPULAR SONG8.

Sometimes de nigga's life is sad, somiet imps bi
      life is gay ,
When ie work don't come too hard, lie's sing-
      in' all de day.
    Chorus-I hear my true l 0 weep, &c.

Now we libs on de fat oh de land, now welibs
      on de lean-
Whan we biab no cake to bake, we sweep do
      kitchen clean.
    Chorus.-I hear my tirue lub w'ep, &c.

Massa bought a bran new coat and hung it on
      de wall,
Dis nigga's guine to take dat coat, aid wear it
      to de ball.
    Chorus.-I hear my true lob weep, &c.

All do ladies in de laud, and all de gemmei
      too,
Are goie to bear do darkey band and see wha
      dey can do.
    Chorus.-I hear my true lob weep, &c.




154           POPULAR SONGS.

Chorus.-Oh, Sukey, Snkey Lane,
         Oh, Sulkey, Snkey L'ane,
         This heart is sinking, all the time
         For pretty Sukey Lane.

  Miss Sukey's going to leave me
    In trouble and in pain,
  But she has been so very kind,
    I wish her back again.
  I got so sick ol( Massa call
    The doctor (li(l complain,
  And said, 1, Hell grieve. himself to death
    For lovely Stikey Lane.'
Chorus.-Oh, Sukey, Sukey Lane, &c.

  TIe feels my pulse, he shakes his head,
    Says lie, " 'Tis very plain,
  This heart is breaking for the love
    Of pretty Suk ey Lan11e."
  They saw it was so very true,
    They gave nie Mary Ilane,
  But now I wish they had her back,-
    I want mny Sukey Lane.
Choru.-Oh, Sakey, Sul-ey Lane, &e.




               POPULAR RONGS.             IDD

               NANCY SHORE.

 Ausic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          Wiliaim Vanderbeck, New York.

 Oh, come my boys and hark to me,
   I've something fine to tell you ill,
 To-morrow nigrilt is iny birth-dav,
   I'm hound to have a ball.
The fiddles we'll have and the banjo too,
  And the bones with their merry, merry click,
  As Nancy Shore is to be there
  Oh, Nancy Shore's a brick.
  Chorus.-Then shecs the girl to dance with me
           Oh, Ia, la, Ia, la, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia, Ia, la,
         She's the girl to dance with me,
           Oh, la, Ia, la, la, Ia, Ia.

In the old barn behind the house,
  Is where I'm going to have a dance
We'llall go in and take a jig
  With pretty, p)retty Nance
I've got a girl for Julius there,
  As pretty a girl as ever wvas seen,
And a black-eyed girl as is to dance
  To Pompey's tamborine.
Chorus.-Then she's the girl, &c.

We'll have ice cream and lemonade,
  And little cakes and something more,
And then. oh Iboys, just think of this,
  We'll hav e onr Nancy Shore;




156           POPULAR SONGS.

Oh, Polly Potts, and Kitty Ann,
  They both said ticy'd be sure to come
But Nancy Shore, I'll tell you what,
  That bright-eyed girl is some.
Clrus.-Then she's the girl, &c.

Remember, boys, and try to come
  You must be there by eight o'clock,
As Nancy Shore told me to-day,
  She'd come in her new frock
A pretty foot, with little toes,
  Will skip upon the old barn floor
And now w'll give three hearty cheers,
  To Nancy, Nancy Shore.
  C/horis -Then here's to thee, dear Nancy
                Shore, &c.



            Oil, DINAH DEAR.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
              Millett, New York.
 Oh, Dinah dear, thy Gumbo's here,
   Waiting beneath the old gum-tree;
The stars of night are far less bright
   Than is my Dinah's eves to se.
 The mocking-bird's note, which on tie air
       floats,
   Is tirown in tse shadewhen Dinah sings.
 Tsen Dinalh slear, thy Gumbo's here,
   While soft lie strikcs his banjo strings.



              POPULAR. SONGS.          151

Give bnt one smile, to cheer this child,
  And vour own Gumbo will away;
Then al the day work will seem play,
  And while I'm thinking of Dinah Ill he gay
And like the grape-vine which round the oak
      twine,
  Oh, Dinah dear, to Gumbo cling;
Then Dinah clear, thy Gumbo hear,
  While soft lie strikes his banjo strings.

                 DUETT.

    Now, Gumbo, do not tease me so*
      I say again, and that quite plain,
    Your serenading is no go,
      Your love I do disdain.
    Oh, stop that horrid banjo sound,
      Now, Gumbo, pray no longer stay,
    Old bossy soon will be around,
      Now cut,your stick away.

    Gumbo. Dinah, let me in I
    Dinah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
    Gumbo. Wherefore do you grin?
             Dinah, let me in i
     Dinah. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
     Gumbo   Dinah, let me in
             Before the break of day I



158            POPULAR SONGS.

       OLD VIRGINIA NEVER TIRE.
In Virginia's land, where corn-stalks grow,
       where the darkies are so gay,
With spmde and hoe, and away they go to work
      till the close of day.
When work is done and night is come, 'tis the
       larkies' jubilee ;
The girls sn sweet, they look so neat and merry
       as can he.
                   Chorus.
The fiddle sing, the banjo ding, Virginia never
       tire
To laug-h and sing is just the thing we darkies
       do admire.
Oh, happy is the darkey's life, when, hunting
       for the coon,
He has the fun with the dog and gun to catch
       him very soon;
Then Towser spy the darkey's eye, and through
      the woods he run,
To track the coon.by the silver inoon, that is
       the darkev's fon.
Chorus.-The fiddle sing, &c.
But now I'm old, and cannot play as I used to
       do before,
When the fiddle sing and the banjo ding-them
      happy days are o'er;
To Vir,inha land I hid adien, and with a part-
       ing sih,                     [me cry.
I'll bid farewell to all of you-it almost makes
Choi-us.-The fiddle sing, &c.



             POPULAR SONGS.           15U

             SUSAN RAYNE.

   When I was taken from my home,
      Down in Virginia State,
    They parted me from one I loved,-
      Sad story to relate.
    All day 1 wept, at night I cried,
       Oh, take re back again
    Unto my own dear happy home,
      To my poor Susan Itayne."
Chorus.-Ol, pity my poor Susan Rayne,
          No friendly voice to cheer hernow-
        Oh, pity my poor Susan Rayne,
          She'll never smile a-ain.
    They sold me to a Southern man,
      I did his pity gain,
    He loosed me from the cruel yoke,
      And sent me back again.
    But oh, I coull not Susan find,
      My own dcar Susan Rayie;
    They toll me she was lead and gone,
      And sleeping on the plain.
C,'urus.-Then pity my poor Susan Rayne,
          De ep sorrow broke her achinglieart
        Theni pity my poor Susan Rayne,
          We'll never meet again.
    All night I sat upon her grave,
      And sorely I did cr ,
    " Awake awake ! my love, awake,
      Or let me witli the- (lie
                   Dd



160            POPULAR SONGS.

    For in this wretched world of woe
       I ne'er shall rest again,
     Until I'm sleeping by thy side,
       Mlly own dear Susan Rayne."
Chorus.-Oh, pity then poor Susan Rayne,,&c.




   THE _1. P.'S MUSICAL INVITATION.

 The M. P. invites Miss Snow to accompany him en a
 short tour up the East river, she having been (letected
 in "steeling trash," alias a purse. Broder Ioue a is
 too much a ffected with the incident, so he requests Mr.
 Johnson to sing it.]

     Oh, just you now come here,
     And your future home shall be
     Where naughty spirits rove,
     In the pci-i-ten-tia-re-
     In tie poui-peni-
     In the pen-i-ten-tia-re.

     There are spirits ripe to dare
       In the caverns they call cells,
     And to clip the raven hair
       There a barber always dwells.
     In a tiny little boat
       Thou shalt stem the river's tide,
     Or in a prison-car
       Sit with M1 .1,. P." by your side.
Chorits.-So just you now come here, &c.



             POPULAR SONGS.            161

    Ah, believe that there you'll dwell,
      And the tarry ropes entwine,
    And that every wretched cell
      Has a task as hard as thine;
    Ropes as long as thou canst pick,
      Soup as weak as o'er was made,
    Naught hut straw within the tick,
      Taught to learn a useful trade.
Chorus.-So just you now come here,
        And your future home shall be
        Where naughty spirits rove,
        In the pen-i-ten-tia-re-
        In the peni-peni-
        In the pen-i-ten-tia-re.
        Come, come, you nust make haste,
        Come to the pen-i-ten-tia-re,
        To the pen-i-ten-tia-re;
        Come, I pray, make haste
        To the pen-i-ten-tia-re.



          SER, DARKIMS SEE!
  Burlesque tr i t'ie Opera of " 11a Somnambula."
First Voice. See, sir, see I
Second Voice. 01h, who can ti-is he ?
Third Voice. Yes, the mill there, the rockr
                   and the tireses,
              And the duck-pond and the
                   geesesl
                      11



1(2            POPULAR SOSO.

As I view now these scenes so charming,
Witli fond remembrance my heart is warm.
      lo)g,
Of da ys long vanished, of days long van-
      ished I
Oh, this chest!-oh, this chest is filled with
      pin,
Finditig darkies that still remain,
Whbile those (lays and those nights,
And that must never come again.

Tirst Voice. Ah, who is he, sir, can you tell?
Second Vloice. Ile surely knows this place full
                   well ?
Third Voice. Finding darkies that still re-
                   main,
       While those days and th9se nights,
       And that must not come again:
    Oh, that form there hrings some remem-
           brance,
    Gentle darkies-oh, what strong resem-
           blanceI
First Voice. To whom?
Third Voice. To my poor Lucy .Neal, to my poor
                   Lucy Neal,
           And if I had her hy my side, how
                   happy I should feel.
Chorus.-To his poor Lucy Neal, to his poor
      Lucy Neal,
         And if he hd her by his side, how
               happy he would feel.



POPULAR SONGS.


Third Ioice. Away down in Alabama, not far
               from Old Mobile,
             There dwelt a pretty yellow girl,
               her name was Lucy Neal;
            Her coal-black eyes, her curly
               locks,around her neck di I steal,
            Whicn early taught myv heart to
              love my pretty Lucy Neal.
Ckorus.-To his poor Lucy Neal, &c.

Tkird Voire. Oh, what strong resemblance I
    Yes, those black eyes my heart impressing,
    Fill my breast with thoughts distressing-
    Long since dead, long since dead, and
          passed away;
    She was like thee just about the heel,
    Was my lovely Lucy Neal.
Ckorus.-To his poor Lucy Neal, &c.




CIII TAKE ME BACK TO TENNESSEEI

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.

    Oh, take me hack to Tennessee,
      To my dear home once more;
    Where the river runs so merrily,
      Down by the cabin door.



              POPULRn SONGS.            11

              DOLCY JONES.

Mu.ic, with Piano Forte Acemmmimont, publibed sy
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.
    Oh ! ladies, don't yoi wonder
      When I again appear,
    I've just been ober yonder,
      To see my Dolcy dlear;
    For Dolcy steps so lightly
      Among de bricks and stones,
    Her eyes dey shine so brigh'Ay,
      Oh!i dadda, D' D' Dolcy Jones!
Chorus.--Bye, bye, my darling I
           Sleep to de rattle ob de bones,
         Slmber till morning,
           My lubly Dolcy Jones

   'Oh I when I go a-courting,
      I rideO thro' mud and rain;
    I leabe do old boss snorting
      At do coiner of do lane,
    I find my olcy weeping,
      And clinrln her wid de bones;
    Byeon bye I leabe her sleeping,
      Oh! dadda, D' D' Dolcy Jones
Vhorus,-Bye, bye, my darling! &c.

   I went up town dis morning
     To sing a little song;
   Miss DolCy sent me warning,
     To bring my boots along;



4             POPULAR SONGS.

  And when I see those fields again,
    flow happy I shall he,
  To hear the darkies welcome song,
    Dear land of Tennessee.
         Oh, I can never here remain,
           There is no joy for me;
         This land Ill leave, and hack agaii
           I'll go to Tennessee!

  Poor Nelly, she will cry with joy,
    And call me by my name!
  She loved me when a little boy,
    And loves me still the same.
  The hirds will sing their merry songs,
    I think I hear them still;
  The robin and the jay are there,
    And the lonely whippoorwill.
            Oh, I can never, &c.

  There is no joyous music now,
    To glad my list'ning ear;
  The hanjo's happy tone is mute,
    No dear old songs I hear.
  Oh! I will never here remain,
    No pleasure now I see ;
  Farewell! I must go hack again
    To dear old Tennessee.
            Oh, I can never, &C




              POPULAR SONGS.           165

        YOUNG FOLKS AT IIOAIE.

Alask, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
          J. C. Beekel, Pailadelphia.

    Oft as my wayward fancy,
        Tempts me to rove,
    Far from each scene of pleasure,
        From those I love,
    Sad memory asks the question,
        Why longer roan,
    Return to thy first atfection,
        The young folks at home.
Boys, don't you see them sitting all around de
      fire,
Boys, don't you see them Sitting all around do
      fire,
Oh, when I think of dat, I almost expire,
Oh, when I think of dat, I almost expire.

    Hope whispers to the doubting
        Never despair,
    Dark though the morning shadows,
        Day will he there;
    When then our cares heguiling,
        Tempt us to roam,
    How sweet the sad remembrance
        Of the young folks at home.
                    Boys, don't you, &c




166            rOPULAR SONGS.

         ETHIOPIAN QUARTETTE.

De banjo may sound and de bones loud mna
       rattle,
  De taniborine and fiddle play 'gain and 'gain,
lie sleeps his last sleep, while de horses and
       cattle
  Roam ober de marsh where dis nigger is
       lain.


De banjo inay sound and de bones loud ntay
       rattle,
  They'll heed not, they'll hear not dar music
       again,
Dar sleep is so long, dat de horses and cattle
  Will ne'er w vake dem up tho' dey roam whar
       dar lain.


De banjo may sound atd de bones loud na
       rattle,
  No more on dis banjo wilt thou play again
We'll fence in thy grave atd drive 'wy de
      cattle-
  No more Shall dey graze whar old Potpey
      is lain.



               POPCLAR SONGS.            167

               DILLY BURN.
 Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           Harvey & Co., Philadelphia.
 i lov'd a little color'd girl, she lived in Ten-
       nessee,
 She wasn't much to any one, but all the world
       to ne;
 Her master used her very hard, but mine he
       used me well,
 And how I pitied this poor gal there's none
       but rue can tell.
                   Chorus.
 I loved her long, I loved her strong, and she
       loved ine in return
 But she left one day and went away, my pretty
       Dilly Burn.

 My heart grew sad, T could not work, my mas-
      ter wondered why;
I told him how she left one day, and never
       said good-bye.
'Twas then 1 learned from  sis dear lips, that
      Dilly had been sold,
And how we sever'd had to be, for a paltry
      sun of gold.
Chorus-I loved her long, &c.

Now after this (it was not long) my Dilly's
      owner died,
When massa boug,ht her, qood kind soul, and
      gave her as my bride;




168           POPULAR SONGS.

And now we're happy in our cot, and massa's
      pleased to see,
How two fond hearts that truly love, tho-
      black, can happy be.
Chorus.-I loved ber long, &c.



         THE DEATH OF JUNEY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           . Willig, Jr., Baltimore.
    Oh ! Sambo, wipe away dat tear,
      For me 'twill not avail-
    Crv not for me, my Sambo dear,
      Heaven soon will draw dis veil!
    A happier land awaits for me,
      Where mirth and joy is near,
    An', oh! how I long dat spot to see,
      Where smiles dry up do tear.
Chorus.-Ohi! Sambo dear, do not cry,
        For de time is come on, I must die.

    You have been kind, my Sambo, dear,
      And all my wants snpplied
    I shall be happy, do not fear,
      No good is dere denied.
    Farewell, my Sambo, fare you well,
      Until I meet you dere,
    Where joys so brirlit no +onme can tel!
      Awaits us, my Sanih dear
Chorus.--Oh ! Sambo dear. kc.



POPUIAR SONGS.


   Now, Sambo, let me press your hand,
      Just now before I die,
    You den will see me leave dis land
      Widout a tear or sigh.
    Oh! husband Sambo, do not weep,
      God calls, I must obey;
    Dis night wid angels I will sleep,
      Farewell, farewell-good-bye I
Cl)rus.-Oh I Sambo dear, &c.



       "POP GOES DE WEASEL I"

When de night walks in, as black as a sheep,
And de hen and her eggs am fast asleep,
Den into her nest with a sarpent's creep,
    "Pop goes de Weasel I"
                 Choru,3.
  Den form two lines as straight as a string,
  Dance in and ont, len three in a ring-
  Dive under like de duclk, an' sing,
      "Pop goes de Weasel 1 "

Ob all de dance dat ebber was planned
To galvanize de heel an' band,
Dar's none dat moves so -ay and grand
    As, " Pop goes de Weasel i"
Chorus.-Den form two lines, &c.



170     *     POPULAR SONGS


De Polka now pokes quite obsolete,
De Waltz no more our time can beat,
De Schottisch am shot by defeat (de feet)
    Ob, " Pop goes de Weasel I "
Ckrus.-Den form two lines, &c.

.i De world, and all de rest oh mankind"
Am in dis "progress" step combined-
;iings queens, and comets, all are j'ined
    In, " Pop goes de Weasel!I
Chorus.-Den form two lines, &c.

De lover, when he pants t'rough fear,
To pop de question to his lear,
Hejoins dis dance, den in her ear,
    11Pop goes de Weasel 1 "
Chorus.-Den form two lines, &c.

Napoleon, dat sly French 'coon,
Has built his nest as high as de moon,
But lie may catch de dance 'fore soon,
    Ob " Pop goes do Weasel I "
Chorus.-Den form two lines, &c.

Old Santa Ann's beginnin' to show
His cloven-foot in Mexico,
But we'll gib him de dance lie once did knov
    Ob " Pop goes de Weasel I"
Choras.-Don form two lines, c.




               POPULAR SONGS.           171

 John Bull tells, in de ole cow's hum,
 flow Uncle S,,im used ITncle 7om,
 While lie inakes some white folks slaves at. home
    By " Pop) goes the Weasel! "
 Choru5.-Den form two lines, &c.

 He talks about a friendly trip
 To Cuba, in a steam war-ship,
 But Uncle Saim may make him skip
    By " Pop goes the weasel! "
Chorus-Den form two lines, &c.

le's sendin' forth his iror, hounds
To bark us off de fishin'-grounds-
le'd best beware of Freedom's sounds
    Ob 1 op goes do Weasel! "
Chorus.-Den form two lines, &e.

De Temperance folks froir. Souf to Maine,
Against all liquor spout and strain,
But when (ley feels an ugly pain,
    Den 11 Pop goes de Weasel I"
C'horus.-Den formn two lines, &c.

All'.New York in rush now whirls
Whar (le World'.s Fair its flag unfurls,
But de best Woldls Fair mu when our girls
    Dan,11ce " Pop goes the Weasel I"
Chors.--Dpii frm two lines, kc.



,72            POPOAR SONGS.

            OLD RIVER FARM.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           Henry M"Caffrey, Baltimore.

The long day is done, and I sit all alone
  As the night's dark'ning shadows creep
       chilly and drear;
From my o'erflowing heart -will the bitter tears
       start,
  As I list for the voices of my o!d friends to
       cheer.
There's no spot like home, where I mournfully
       roam,
  And the freedom once craved is a name at
       the best,
And I long for the day when they'll put me
       aWay,
  And this heavy henrt will he sleeping at
       rest;
My kindred are laid 'neath the old woodland
       shade,
   And I sigh for the spot where in childhood
       I played;
 For I'm sent to he free o'er a strange land and
       sea,
   Where no smiles of the past light the long
       day for me

 I miss every charm of the Old River Farm,
   I miss the old fields with their gold-waving
       grain,



               POPU:AR SONGS.           173

The small patch of soil made so dear by my
      toil,
  All the old things I loved, I shall ne'er see
      again.
Yet my thoughts must still cling round the
      cool mossy spring,
  Where the grape-vine I planted, so leafly en-
      twined;
And this land of the free holds no bright hopes
      for me,
  Half so sweet as the mem'ries I've left far
      behind.
Ky kindred are laid 'neath the old woodland
      shade,
  And I sigh for the spot where in childhood
      I played
For I'm sent to he free o'er a strange land and

  Where no smiles of the past light the long
      day for me.



              MARY VALE.
Uusic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, publiFhed by
          Henry NI'Caffrey, Baltimore.
 'Twas in the spring-time of my life,
    In a sweet silent dale,
  I asked to he my wedded wife,
    The gentle Mary Vale.



1z             POPULAR SONGS.

     For de arl is pnvedl wid cinder,
       And do house is built oh stones
     AndI a head is at de window,
       Oh I dadda, D' D' Dolcy Jones!
 Chorus.-BNye, bye, my darling ! &c.



         RING, RING, DE BANJO.
Music, iiJ Pi in Forte Accompniment, published Ly
       Mo,', r.. Firlh, Pond & Co., New York.

    De time is nebber drearv
      If the dlarkev nebber groans;
    De 1ldies neliher iveary
      til (10 rattle oh do hones:
    Den come again,. Susanna,
      tide dojgs-liglht ob (10 moon
    We'll tum de old piano,
      When de banjo's out oh tune.

Choras.-Rin x. ring de banjo I
           I like dat good old song
         Come again, my true lob,
           Oh I wlia you been so long?

    Oh   nebber count de bubbles
      While (lere's water in do spring;
    Do lzckey hab no troubles
      -Vtiile lie's got dis song to sing,



174           POPULAlr SONG.S.

  She blusb'd and sighid, an (1 h u  iwi r head,
    When first I breathed love's taie,
  And then ir sweetest accents said,
    ' Fm thy dear Mary Vale."
Chorus.-Thy dear Mary Vale,
           Thy dear Merv Vale,
         And then in sweetest accents said,
           "1 I'm thy dear Mary Vale."

  Oh! blest was I when by her side;
    But Mary's cheek grew pale,
  And ere she'd been two months wy bride,
    I lost my Mary Vale,
  And calmly now does Mary sleep
    In that secluded dale,
  Whilst I can only sigh asd weep
    For dear lost Mary Vale.
Chorus.-Dear lost Mary Vale,
           Dear lost Mary Vale,
        Whilst I can nuly sigh ani wecp
           For dear lost Mary Vale.



               OLD JESSY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniernt, published by
          Lee & Walker, Ihiladelphia.
  Old Jessy once was young like us,
    Could hoe de cotton well,
  But now lie's passing away fron us,
    Like de dew-drop on de hill.


               I
               POPULAR SONGS.

                  Chorus.
    Den pity poor old Jessy.
      And wipe do tear-drop from your eye,
    For Jessy's gwine to leave us soon,
      And in the ground to lie.
  Old Jessy's hair is grey and long
    Like the moss upon de tree,
  And his teeth drop out ob de old jawbone
    Oh 1 soon hewill be free.
lhrus.-Den pity poor old Jessy, &c.
  Old Jessy can't play de ban jo,
    His fingers are stiff an( sore,
  Dey tremble so de bones do crack-
    ile'll play-no-nebher more.
Chorus.-Den pity poor old Jessy, &c.
  He used to go out in de oyster-boat,
    Far, far away from shore:
  But lie will nebber go out again-
    Echo answers, Nebber more.
Chorus.-Den pity poor old Jessy, &c.


        COME ALONG WITH ME.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
        James Couenhoven, Philadelphia.
Oh! come along wid me, love; come wid me,
  De stars am shining bright,
While de silver moon am gilden ebry tree
  Wid her galvanicumizing light.
                   Ee



176            POPULAR S0NGS.

All de darkies hab cleared out and gone to rest,
  And ebry Ving am still,
Except de pulverations ob his breast,
  Dat's a clippin' clappin' like a mill.
Chorus.-Den come along wid me,
          Come along wid me;
        Come along, my lub, wid me,
          And we'll fix upon de day,
        When I tucks you right away.
           To share my little cot wid me.

Oh I raise yer winder softly, Dinah dear,
  And show dat sweet black face,
And you'll see a colord gem'an standing here,
  In all his supernatral grace.
I've been a-waitin' here, love, all de night,
  For one sweet word from you-
Oh! ion't refuse me dat dar great delight,
  'Case I lubs you wid a lob so true.
  Chorus.-Den come along, &c.

Oh I come along at once, love, 'case de day
  Will soon begin to break,
  And afore I get troo half I got to say,
  Why, de udder darkies sure to wake;
  So come and meet me here, and den we'll roanr
  Along de ribber side;
  and I'll tell you all about de little home
  Dat I'm 'parin for my lubly bride.
  Chorus.-Den come along, &c.



               POPULAR SONGS.           l7

            LOVELY ROSANNA,
          Olt, CLEM TANNER'S BRIDE.
Music, with Pian) Forte Accompaniment, published by
        James Couenhoven, I hi adeiphia.
I'm a gwine back to de ole plantation,
  Away down Loosianna,
De garden ob do whole creation
  And de hone ob my dear Iosanna.
But a long time's past, since I 'braced her last,
  And my lub is runnin ober;
But I ain't got far, I'll soon he dar,
  Den I'll be in do highest kind oh clober.
                   Chorus.
    Oh! lubly Rosanna,
      I'll soon he at ycr side,
    Anl I'll nebber rest, till de parson's bles+
      Clern Tanner and his bride.
She's as sweet as de sweetest potater,
  Wid apple-sass and hotter,
And it beats eb'ry ting in human nater
  Iow she inake-- all de darkies flutter.
Oh I de niggers run, when de work's all done,
  Case dey all so pleased to 'scort her;
Den she'll fetch a glance, dat inakes 'em dance,
  And dey feel all ober kinder sorter.
Chorus.-Oh! lubly Rosanna, &c.
But I don't care a quarter oh a dollar
  For any larkey among 'cm,
When I makes ny appearance dere to-morrow,
  Dey'll feel like a bee has stung 'em.
                   12



POPULAR SONGS.


Oh ! de'll dlie ob spite on iny ivedlin-night,
  Wiheen I stand up wid Rosanna
When de corlmony's troo shell blush a few,
  Den she'll fly to de arms ob ole Clem Tanner
Chorus.-Oh i lubly Rosanna, &c.




              JENNY ROSE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompanimient, published bl
      Gouenhoven, Scull & Co., Philadelphia.

  'Wa down in de State oh Arkansaw
    Eb'ry day dere may be seen
  A color'd gal, whose home lies hid
    Among de sugar-cane greon.
  Her eye am bright, her laugh am gay,
    Ifer heart no sadness knows,
  And all do darkies dere about
    Am in love wid Jenny Rose.
Chorus.-O, Jenny Rose, sweet Jenny Rose,
           You'r just tile gal for me;
         And oh it cheers dis heart to think
           Dat mine you soon shall be.

  O when, my dearest Jenny Rose,
    Shall I see you face once more,
  And hear you sinc the songs again,
    You've often sung, before.



              POPULAR SONGS.           I1

  I'm far away from all I love,
    And sadly must I roam,
  Unfil I have that color'd gal
    The partner of 1 home.
Chorus.-O, Jenny Rose, &c.

  Old Massa says a year from now
    You and I shall both be free:
  And then no more we7ll live apart,
    For married we shall be;
  And when long years hab passed away
    And I would find repose,
  I'll rest my head, so old and gray,
    On my sweet Jenny Rose.
Chorus.-O, Jenny Rose, &c.




          DOWN ON THE FAR.H.

Ousic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           Sep. Winner, Philadelphia.

    Oh I darkies, all draw near me
      i'll sing to you a sonr
    It's all about de old folks
      That libbed upon de farm.
    'Twas down in Carolina,
      Beside (e old red barn
    'Twas where I spent my lappy day
      Wid de old folks on, de farm.



180          POPULAR SONGS.

Chorus.-Oh darkies, den listen,
          I'm sure there is no harm
        In singingr 'bout do old follz
          Dat libb'd upon de farm.

    'Twas on a brigrht and sunny m, ,
      De day was clear and fine,
    My sisters and my brudder cross'e
      De ribber for to dine.
    My mudder sod, LBe careful,"
      My fader sed, Dero's harm,"
    Dey parted for de last tne
      From de old folks on de farm
Chorus.-Oh darkies, &c.

    De party got into a boat,
      When over dey did row;
    Dey run agrin an' ugly snag,
      De worst you all must know
    My sisters scream and shouted,
       Mly brudder gave de alarm,
    But ah ! dey sunk to see no more
       De old folks on do farm.
Chorus.-Oh I darkies, &c.




              POPULR SONGS.             ibi

   TIE FINE OLD SOUTHERN LADY.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published b)
          George Willig, Baltimore, Md.
I love that fine old Southern lady
  Whose mansion's near the still Pedee
She reigns a queen o'er all around her,
  And prides her on her ancestry.
The poor neer leave her door neglected;
  Good cheer she has for those who call-
By all admired, by all respected,
  She smiles alike on great and small.
Chorus.-That model dame of Carolina,
           Whose mansion's near the still
               Pedee,
         The world cannot produce a finer,
           A nobler-minded soul than she.

The hands that work her wide plantation
  Go cheerly to their daily task ;
They feel no chains-if they need favors,
  They know they only have to ask.
At evening, onhe lawn they gather,
  And greet hff as she walks along;
Each striving to outdo the other
  In merry dance and cheerful song.
Chorus.-That model dame of Carolina, &C.

Her children and her children's children,
  On merry Christms gather round
The halls ring to the viols music,
  The woods ring to the horn ant hound,



182           POPULAR SON(7-4.

And there sico sits, that ancient lidy.
  A snow-white turb)an on her head-
The idol of the friend or stranger,
  The link between the quick and dead.
Chorus.-That model (lame of Carolina, ft.
God bless that fine old Southern lady,
  If still she lives to cheer mankind
May brighter joys dawn with the morrow,
  Than those which time has left behind.
But, if the green grass wvaves above her,
  And death has closed her angel eye,
Sbe leaves behind a host who love her,
  Whose tears bede-v her memiory.
Chorus.-That model daime of Carolina, &c.


             BLOW DE HORN.
Music, with Piano Forts Accompaniment, published b2
           J. C. Becket, Philadelphia.
  Our home was in the sunny South,
    Ere -North we canie our songs to sing
  'Tw,-as there we learned our  arkey airs,
     'Taas there we made the tanjo ring.
  No music that we yet have heard,
    Not since the moment we were born,
  Can equal to these dlarkics' ears,
     Black D)inah on the dinner horn.
 Chorus.- Blow de horn, blow do horn,
           Loudly blow do (linner-horn-
         No sound we hear is half so dear
            As Dinah on de dinner-horn



               POPULAR SONGS.

  Each morning tO the cotton field,
    We travell'd at the break of' day,
  And there, beneath the burninpg sun,
    'Till noon-time, working we would stay
  And well we knew, when right o'er head,
    The sun the darkcy's hack would burn,
  That soon we'd hear the sound wo loved-
    Black Dinah on the dinner horn.
 Chorus.-Blow de horn, &C

 Full well we knew a smoking board
    With 'tIters from the oven hot
  With pork and possim richly fat,
    I'ere steaniin fresh from out d1e pot.
  The savor in the fields we snuffed
    Of jicy roasting ears of corn,
  And ile i e heard de welcome sound-
    Black Dinah on de dinner-horn.
Cliorus.-Blow do horn, &c.

  In roaming here new friends we've met
    With welcome ever free and kind,
  Bit still we never can forget
    The happy'v home we left behind.
  There is a, charm around do spot,
    The stnny spot where we were 4orn
  'Tis one sweet sound-forget it not-
    Black )inah on de dinner-horn.
ChirJrs.-B3low do horn, &c.



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    De beauties oh creation
       Will nebber lose dere charm,
    While I roam de old platitation
       Wid my true lub on my arm.
 Chorus.-Ring, ring de banjo!1 &c.

    Once I was so lucky,
      My massa set me free,
    I went to old Kentucky,
      To see what I could see;
    I could not go no farder,
      I turn to massa's door,
    I Tub Iim all do harder,
      IIll go away no more.
Chorus.-Iin, ring de banjo, &c.

    Early in de morning
      Ob a lublY summer day,
    My mfas>a, scud me warnino
      He'd like to bear iue play.
    On do banjo tapping,
      I con wid dilcein strain;
    Massa fall a napping-
      He'll nobber wake again.
"horus.-Ring, ring do banjo, &c.

    Mylub, I'll bab to leab you
      While de ribber's running high
   But I nebber can deceibe vou-
     So don't you wipe your eye.



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    VWAY DOWN IN OLD CAR'LINA.

Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
          J. C. Beckel, Philadelphia.

    'Way down in old Car'lina,
      Whar do Palmetto grow,
    Dar I woo'd and won a maiden
      Dark as ebon-Dinah Crow.
    Joyfully we lived togeder,
      Sweet contentment bless'd de spot,
    And do little crow a cawing-
      Oh I dat was a happy cot

    'Way down in old Car'lina,
      Whar de Palmetto grow,
    Dar I wood and won a maiden
      Dark as Ebon-Dinah Crow.
    Mournfully our hopes have perish'd,
      Joy has vanished from do spot;
    Fader, moder, sister, broder,
      All must leave dar happy cot.

    'Way down in old Car'lina,
      Whar do Palmetto grow,
    Dar I woo'd and won a maiden
      Dark as ebon-D)inah Crow.
    Darkey lab no heart, no libber;
      Darkey hab no soul, you know;
    Darkey am a beast of burden;
      Into bondage he must go.



              POPULAR SONGS.          185

    'Way down in old Car'lina,
      Whar de Palmetto grow,
    Dar I woo'd and won a maiden
      Dark as ebon-Dinah Crow
    But a better day am coming
      Soon to change onr mournful lot,
    Parted now we'll meet forebber
      In dat happy, heav'nly cot.



          SLEEP, SUSA DEAR.
Muoic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           J. C. Beekel, Philadelphia.

  You ax me why I'se weeping so?
    An' why de tear-drops come?
  t's 'cayse my Susa's sleeping low
    Whar Santee's waters run
  Dey laid her whar de moonbeams light
  Will shine upon her grave-
  And whar de green banana-trees
    Dere branches o'er her wave.
Chiorue.-Sleep, Susa dear, so gently sleep
          Ise weeping o'er you, love;
        Your image in my heart I'll keep
          Where'er dat heart can rove.

 Last fall, do darkies husked de corn
   When de stars wore shining bright,
   And by the fire, till early morn,
   Dey danced with all dere might.



186           POPULAR SONGS.

  My Susa's was do sweetest voice
    And lightest footstep den;
  But when de darkies next rejoice,
    She will not dance again.
Chorus.-Sleep, Susa dear, &c.

  For when the budding spring-time came
    An' early roses bloomed,
  An' de magnolia's handsome flower
    De Southern breeze perfumed,
  Poor Susa shut her bright black eye
    And slep' de sleep ob deaf,
  And now dis darkey can but cry,
    And sigh wid ebbery breff.
Chorus.-Sleep, Susa dear, &c.



          THE MILLER'S SONG.

Oh I don't you remember, Leila, dear,
The mill by the ol1 hill-side,
Where we used to go in the summer time,
And list to the foaming tide ?
And the miller there with his slouchy hat,
And his eyes of mildest grey,
Plodding along with his dusty work
Singing the live-long day ?
            Eu, le, ea, eu, le, o,
            Singing the live-long day.



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 leila, tile mill is torn away,
 And a fctory dark and drear
 Loonis its smoke o'er the clear blue sky,
 And dims the atmosphere;
 The only time for pleasure now,
 Is the sabbath all day long,
 But what brings back the olden time,
 Is the poor old miller's song.
              Eu, la, eh, e, la, eh,
              The poor old miller's song.

 Leila, the millers dead and gone,
 In the old churchyard he's laid;
 And the poor old dog that used to grow
 As round tie mill we play'd,
 lie followed in the funeral train
 The village round did throng
 The dog died on his master's grave
 As they sang the miller's song.
             Eu, ha, eli, en, ha, eb,
             Sing the miller's song.



      MY CANOE IS ON THE OHIO.

My canoe is on the Ohio, waiting, love, for thee
6f all the girls in old Virginia,
Thou art dearest still to me
See how she skips along the banks
On her light fantastic too:




ss

Oh I haste, my love, and come with me
Down the Ohio.
Chorus.-Then hste, my love, and we will go
         In our light canoe down the Ohio.

And when the evening's pleasure's past,
To our huts we'll homeward go;
I'll kiss my lovely Rosy then,
And take a fond adlieu !
Oh ! bless that girl, I love her much,
With her eyes black as any sloe;
Oh I haste, ny love, and we will go
Down the Ohio.
Chorus.-Then haste, my love, &c.


          JUNIETTA JOHNSTON.
As I was walking down Chestnut Street, one
      Sunday afternoon,
A-going to bid my love good-bye-'twas in
      the month of June,
All in the month of June it was, and these
      words I did say,
I'l come once more to my love, as sure as
      death and quarter-day.
                 Chorus.
Junietta Johnston, Junietta Johnston, ceae
      that sigh,
I'll come back with the railroad track, Junietts
      Johnston don't you cry.



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I wandered with my darling, into a soft re-
      treat,
The perfumed breeze aronnd us blew, and tho
      birds were singing sweet
The birds were singing sweet, they were, her
      tears they fast (lid drip,
My love, says 1, ah, do not sigh, flare up and
      be a brick.
Chorus.-Junietta Johnston, &c.

She says, You hansome young man, it grieves
      me0 thus to part;
I fear some lovely yellow girl will steal away
      your heart;
They'll steal away your heart, they will, and
      When their schemes begin.
f bey'1l take your gold, and you'll be sold, and
      be without any tin.
Chorus-. Junietta JohnstDn. &c..

But when I do come back again, how happy I
      shall be,
With my smiling bride all by my side, and a
      picainny on my knee;
With a picaninny on my knee, my love, at me
      to 1augh and crow,
knd on the iloor a half-a-dozen more, a-play-
      ing on the old banjo.
Ohorus.-Junietta Johnston, &c.




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      THE HANDSOME NEGRO BOY.

 My fader is a black man, my moder is di
       same,
 And I'm dere only love, and Shakspeare is my
       name;
De gals dey all run arter me, I am dere only
      joy,
But de pretty dears are not to blame, for I am
       (Le handsome boy I
                  Chorus.
    Oh! de gals, dey all run after me,
      Dey do me mnch an oy,
    But dis nigger's not'to blame,
      For I am the handsome nigger boy I

Hard work was neber made for me, dat all you
      darkies know;
De 1adies says, I'm a gemin whereber I do go,
And dey say my teeth am pearly white, and
      shiny bright my skin,
And den I have such a pretty nose, an' such a
      lubly chin I

Ckorus.-Oh! de gals, &c.

Dere was a nigger chap dat sported a wench
      about7
Put, uh, oh, when I show my figure dere I
      guess I cut him out I



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And den do darhey got enraged, and tried me
      to anno11y,
And wanted to figlht a dluel wid dis hansome
      nig-or boy!
Cliorus-Ohi ! dr gals, &c.
"No, no!" says , I'dat game -won't do, for
      fighting don't suit me;
De hansome iiggers (ly must live, but de ugly
      (ley may (ie;"
An' I gave him satisfaction, and said de gal'I
      (lid not decoy,
For de reason she fall in love wid me, 'case I
      was a hansome boy!
Chorus.-Oh! de gals, &c.


        IT IS TIE OLD BANJO.
Oh say, can your bear at de morning's first
      light,
  What so sweetly we heard at do moonlight's
      first peeping,
7hose sweet tunes an' soft notes so softly an'
     light,
 Like do tread of de fox upow us is creeping ?
Oh ! all echo so fair, dat sound in (1 air,
rells us dat sonie music is playing ober dare;
is de mu-;i( of' Ic 1aujo, and loud may it
     sou:1 1,
To charm a-l iclicit il le. country around.
Chors.-'Tis (10 mugic of de banjo, &c.
                   Y




192           POPULAR SONS.

But sav, can you tell where dat sound does
       come from,
  What we hear ebery morning when from oi
       heds we are creeping?
'Tis ole Joe, I fear, dat from us has run,
  Wid a banjo on his back, away he was steal-
       ing.
To de woods he did run, his banjo to him-
He lets do white folks know dat he has it well
       strung.
'Tis do music of do old banjo, and loud may it
       sound,
To charm and delight all do country around.
Chorus.-'Tis do music of do banjo, &.


      DE _NIGGIR'S -WEDDIN,G-DAY.

I come frnm ole Virginia, and I'm a nigger of
      some game,
I lubs a yallow gal called Dinah, and she lubs
      me (10 same;
'm always dare and nober away,
So, niggers, -we'll hai,e a dance, for dis am ny
      w(edding-day.
Chorus.-So get down de b"njoannd let us plar,
         For dis am do darkey's wedding-day.
So darkies take your partners, and make a
      ball-room of (10 ground.
An' arter we dance a reel a-piece, do cider will
      go round;



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DJen sash-sha up an' all around, de gals come
      down dis way,
An' don't forget, you darkies, dis am my wed-
      ding-day.
Chorus.-So get down de banjo, &c.

To-morrow morning 'fore sunise, I'll leave de
      niggers in do lurch,
I'll come to see my Dinah, and tote her down
      to de church;
We'll go to Deacon Peabody, and get him for
      to say,
You now both tied toeder, and dis am your
      wedding-day.
Chorus.-So get down de banjo, &c.

Docn I turn my pocket inside out, an' gub him
      all my money,
Den ole Deacon kissed de bride and said she
      was sweet as honey;
An' as we both jump'd ober de broom and wed
      widout any boder,
Now I'll go to massa's house and you go tell
      your modder.
Chorus.-So get down do banjo, &c.







HALL OL--%





  ,J OS I A H

  L I L L F Y



14            POPULAR SONGS.

    I's guine to make some money-
      But I'll come anodder day,-
    I'll come again, my honey,
      If I hab to work my way.
Chorus.-Ri"ng, ring de banjo, &c.


           MY BRODDER GUM.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompniment, published by
       Mesrs. Pirtb, Pond & Co., New York.
  11White folks, I'll sing for you,
    Nuffin else to do,
  Spend my time a pickin on de banjo-
    Ilay !B13rodder Gum.
Chorus.-AMy Brodder Gum,
           Mly Brodder Gum so fiir,
         All de yaller gals rilunnin round,
           Try to get a lock ob his hair.

  Hard work all do day,
     ITab no time to play
  Berry 6ne time a diggin' in do cornfeld -
     Ilay !lBroddler Gum.
 Chorus.-Mly Brodder Gum, &c.

   Tudder arternoon,
     I thougt I saw si moon
   Saw my true lub comin' througrh de cane.
       brake-
     Ilay ! Brodder Gum.
 Chorus.-My Brodder Gum, &c.



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      OPERATIC EXTRA VAGA%NZA.

I bad a bud within my gar(len growing,
  A slip I cherished with a father's care;
When other darkies round that plant were hoe.
       ing,
  The zephyr essence seemed to fill the air.
Oh I how I watched that little plant while
       creeping,
She, like her mother, all was blithe and gayi
  One night I left her on her pallet sleeping,
And in the morning she was stole away.
Chorus.-They stole, they stole the child away
         Oh! hear ine now calling,
         Oh! hear me, I pray,
         My heart, fy heart is breaking,
         For my child they stole away.
Choru.-Oh ! oh! oh! hear that voice.
         I hear her whoop upon the Ifill,
         ier voice is growing gentle still,
         They stole, they stole, they stole his
               child away.
 And then this heart it withered and dejected,
 Wandered through the woods, but all in vain;
 And every flower on me a shade reflected,
   My tears they flo wed u pon them like the rain
The thunder storm that bursts in terror o'er us,
   Shows the rainbow's bright refulgent rays,
 Am but the night that now am gone before us,
   And brings hack the light of other days.
 Chorus-They stole, &c.



               POPULAR SONGS.            195

     IN TfIE MISSISIPPI VATL11EY1'.
     lIolised by Permission of j. W. Porter.
  As sung by Sanford's Opora Troupe, Philadolphia.
    Oh, I lono- for the old plantation,
      Where my mother, so old, do stay,
    In the lississippi valley,
      So verv far away.
    I long to see that sunny clime,
      N%TWhere the sugar-cane do grow,
    And eat the cake and hoe tile corn
      To iy mother, let me go.
Corus.-Oh, I long for de old plantation, &c.
    Oh, let me go to my true love,
      Who orttirles sighs for Tie,
    In tile Missisippi valley,
      Ben, eath the old pine tree.
    And ny Irothter nd my sister,
      And tll my v coraades too,
    Oh, let ine go to mov home once nore,
      Wiere tile sky is clear adtl hlue.
Chorus -01h, I long for the old plantation, &c.

    The world's so dark and dreary
      In every part I roam,
    My heart so (loll and weary,
      WIile I ans far froin home.
    But let nie rest in pleasure,
      In my fatr-otr happY hIome,
    Where they he tile corn homel eat tie cale
      FoI no miore I wish tom roaun.
1h'orus.-tih, I l ow, for thu oldi plantai ii , &c.




196    0      POPULAR SONGS.

    MY HAPPY CHILDIIOOD'S IIOME.

  Long years have passed and I havc been
    In many a foreign land;
  'Tis a long time since last I pressed
    My father's trembling band.
        A mother's voice is not forgot,
        Al, no ! where'er I roam
?Ppeat. Ml memory wvill oft recall,
        My happy childhood's home.

  The raging sea I've fearless sailed
    Amid the tempest's wrath
  I've smiled to see the lightnings flash
    Along my foamy path.
        Amid the thnnder's deafening roar,
        Tears to my eyes wond come
Repeat. As memory wonld then recall
        My happy childhood's home.

  Once more I see the land in view,
    My native land I love,
  Aim, ne'er again I leave its shores
    Upon the sea to rove.
        I hear my father's welcome,
        A mother bids me come,
Repeat. Hurrah! again I'm happy in
        My happy childhood's home.



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           ROSE OF INDIANA.

    When I lived in Arkansaw
    I loved a gal I'll see no more;
    Right over on the ether shore,
    Lived Rlose of Indiana.
£horus.-Oh, dear Rosey, Rose of Indiana,
        I sent a cabbage posey
        To Rlose of Indiana.

    One night I rowed across the flood,
    'Twas dark enough to freeze my blood,
    Soon on the other side I stood,
    Near the Rose of Indiana.
! '107us.-Oh, dear Rosey, &c.

    It was so dark I could not see,
    I butt iny head against a tree,
    Then the bull-dog grab'd me by the knee,
    By the I'ose of Indiana.
Chorus.-Oh, dear Rosey, &c.

    Then limpin' to the house I stole,
    Then peepin' through a big knot-hole,
    I saw the darkies' big eyes roll
    On the RZose of Indiana.
?korms.-Oh, dear Rosey, &c.



198           POPULAR SONGS.

     vE SPOT AVIIAIt I WAS BURN.

Music with Piano Forte accompaniment, published
           SP. Wilner, Piuiadeipliia.
)ar s a spot oil dis earth dat is sweet to me
  Tljo' mnany year,,;ain a one,
Since I set in tile shde ob de ole gum tree,
  Oin ie spot whar I was born.
Den dis poor ole heart was light and gay,
  I'd sing fron early morn
Till night come onl and chased do day
  From the spot whar I was born.
                  Chorus.
Tho' I'm livin now whar de dark's free,
  I'd sooner hoe de corn,
And plant de cotton by do ole gum tree,
  On de spot walir I was horn.

Twas dar I courted Rhoda Clay
  She trn alel me wid scorn;
  felt so bad I could not stay
  Neair ie spot whar I was horn.
So one( dark Iight I stole aay,
  And longr before (io dawn,
I'd bid good-bye for many a day
  To de spot what I wils born.
Chorus.--Tho' In lvin' now, &C.

And eb)ber sinee, lmfo nihlit an' day
  I nebber ccas(, to joula



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De lot daIt ca me far away
  From do spot wvhar I was born.
I hope once more dt Spot to see
  Afore I'm dlead and gone,
And rest in the shade of the old gum tree,
  On do spot whar I was born.
Chorus.-Tho' I'm livin' now, &c.



              MARY BLOOM.

Oh, nebber ask de pitying tear
  From white folks more, my brudders dear,
But, darkeys, go to England's shore
  Whar Mary Bloom shall weep no mcre.
Chorus.-Oh, Mary Bloom I Oh, Mary Bloom
         Welcome whar do poor am free-e-e
         Sweet Mary Bloom!
Spoken. What!

You may trabble through de Norf, and trabble
      through do Souf,
  An' trabbie through do whole creation.
But you nebber find a nigger for to work out
      dar,
  Would trabble from de old plantation.
  Chorus.-Yah, yab, yah, dar ain't no nation,
         Yal, vah, yah, like do ole plantation
         Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah I



200           POPULAR SONGS.

t)h! dar dey talk of freedom here,
And nebber dream from year to year,
ifow dark was made dat living tomb,
Vhar, sick, was buried Marv Bloom.
Chorus.-Oh, Mary Bloom, &c.

Dar's where she toil'd, both night and day,
An' nebher learn to read and pray-
When death was near to end its gloom,
Left dying dar, was Mary Bloom.
Ch1orus.-Oh, Mary Bloom, &c.



            CYNTHIA SNOW.

    Music published by G. Willig, Jr. Baltimore.

    I'se from de ole Virginny State,
      Whar 'bacca-plant does grow;
    'Twas dar I met a ellarmin' gal,
      Her name was Cynthia Snow.
    Her form was slender as de cane,
      Her pearly teeth so white,
    Dey glisten'd In de darkness
      Like de stars do in de night.
"horus.-Oh, dear Cynthia,
           Charming Cynthia Snow,
         If you knew the pain you caused me
           You'd marry me, I know



               POPULAR SONGS.          201

    De first time dat I walked wid her,
      I never shall forget
    Dem eyes ob hers dey pierced me through,
      Just like a bagonet.
    I axed her would she marry me
      She sig,hed and said, Oh, no I"
    Den I set out a trabeling
      To forget my Cynthia Snow.
Chorus.-Oh, Cynthia Snow, &c.

    I found dat trab'ling was no use,
      Whar-eber I may go
    De voice dat whispers in my ear
      De naine of Cyuthia Snow.
    White folks, my song is ended;
      I'd hab yon for to know,
    I'm coming back to Richmond
      For to marry Cynthia Snow.

Chorus-0h, dear Cynthia, &c.



          SWEET MISSISSIPPI.

   Published by peruzission of Winner & Shuster,
                V' hiladelphia.
S'eet MisQ.issippi, pride of the West,
How oftell I "Itli onl tile streali I love eC't,
'I'liv It tcall'l of a Wolkj W lloatL ot0  thv tide.
(ttd glanyI I ait iLs nnard Ive -JdQn



202           POPULAR SONGS.

The song of the boatman falls on my ear,
And our pilot steers onward unconscious of
      fear,
Sweet Mississippi, sweet Mississippi,
Sweet Mississippi, the pride of the West.
                  Chorus,
Gaily in de cornfield, nappy all de day,
Afric's sons and daughters pass dere time
       away
Den old massa gibs us some ole Virginny rye:
Glory ! how it makes do darkies wink dar eye I

When evening comes, de darkies home return-
       ing,
0, happy am de niggers all dat night.
Deres Pompey, Dan, and all de gals a-dancing,
While Cwsar sits and laughs wid all his might
       Ha I ha I ha I
 Chorus.-Gaily in de cornfield, &c.



            SWEET LUCY MAY.
 Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            J. E. Gould, Philadelphia.
     A long time since, when I was young,
       Afore dis wool got gray,
     I used to court a color'd gal,
       11cr name was Lucy May ;



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   She lived near by, across de creek,
     And dar at close oh day,
   I'd go at least eight nights a week.
      To see sweet Lucy May.

G, ors.-Oh1, Lucy ! dear Lucy,
        Dem days am past away,
        Mit I'll nebber forget thee,
        My own sweet Lucy Mlay.

    Oh ! how dis heart would palpitate
      Wid lh, as I drew near
    De place whar she would always wait
      For dis child to appear.
    And den wid gentle words and kind.
      Id coax her for to say
    Dat she'd be mine and only mine,
      Mly own sweet Lucy May.

0, Lucy! dear Lucy, &c.

    She promised dat she'd he my true
      And ebber lubbin' wife;
    And den us hofe looked forward to
       A long anl happy life.
    I fixed Inv little cot up nice,
       Alahl- eb'ry tingr look gay,
     An(t onlY uri  ted to be spliced
       To tnA sweet Lu cy May.



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  'Went one berry fine day,
    To ride in a one-boss sleigh
  Hollod to de old hoss comin' through de
      toll gate-
    Hay ! Brodder Gum.
Chorus.-My Brodder Gum, &c





CAMPTOWN RACES, OR GWINE TO RUN
              ALL NIGHT.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         F. U. Benteen, Baltimore, Md.
De Camptown ladies sing dis song-doo-dah,
      doo-dah!
De Camptown race-track five miles long-Oh,
      doo-dah-day!
I came down dab wid my bat caved in-Doo-
      dah, doo-dab I
I go back home -id a pocket foil of tin-Oh,
      doo-dabh-day!
Chorus.-G wine to run all night!
         Gwine to run all day!
         I'll bet niv  nonev on de bob-tail nag,
         Somebo-dy bet on de bay.
         Bet mY money on (Ie bob-tail nag-
         Somnebo-dy bet on ie bay.
                    S




204,          POPULAR SONGS.

    But jist afore dat day come round,
      Deff snatched her right away;
    And left me all alone to mourn
      My own sweet Lucy May.
    Now eb'ry day I cross de creek,
      To kneel upon de clay
    Dat covers all I love on earth
       My own sweet Lucy May.
 Chorus.-O, Lucy I dear Lucy, &c.



           SAMBO'S SERENADE.
 Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
           Sep. Winner, Philadelphia.
     I took a tramp, one clear cold night,
       Across de fields of corn,
     To see my lovely Dinah smile,
       And talk wid her till morn.
     Near by de wxindowv I did stand,
       And looking, all around,
     Beneath de pale and clear moonlight,
       I made de banjo sound.
 Lorus.-O, Dinah, come and let ,ae in,
           It's Sambo waits for thee-,
         0, Dinah, come and lot me in,
           For masn's set me free.

     De banjo's sound soon waked her up-
       I did not wi.>h for miore
     I ix'(1 her for to jnst conic down.
       al let l3e ill de door.




             POPULAR SONGS.          zU:

    But wid a frown she bid me hush,
      And den I heard her say,
    De old man's coming down de stairs,
      You'd hetter go away.
Oiorus.-O, Dinah, come and let me in, &c.

    I sung about de days gone by,
      When livin' on de farm
    I told her if she let me in,
      I'd clasp her in my arm;
    And oh, how happy did I feel,
      Dat cold and lonely night,
    When from the garret window high,
      De old man said I might.
Chorus.-O, Dinah come and let me in, &c.



           I LUB DE NIGHT!

I lub de night, de night when de moon shines
      bright,
  And de fields so white wid cotton;
And de nigers shout, when de moon shines
      out
  We'll go and hunt de possum;
Kase ole massa and missus gone to bed,
  Young massa's gone a-sparking-
Come, Clem; come, Sam; come, Spruce and
      Ned.
  Don't you hear de dogs a-barRin'
Choru-s.-Kase old massa and missus, &C.



206            POPULAR SONGS.

We'll pick do cotton all de day,
  And den wid de Ole banjo,
And de gushing notes from de niggers' froats
  To de corn-shucking we'll go,
And den we'll drink (le cider sweet,
  And eat do pumpkin pies,
And nmiake do harmony wid our feet,
  Until do sun does rise.
Chorus.-Kase ole massa and missus, c.
I lob de nigrlit when do moon shines bright,
  To go an' see my Dinah
I'll serenade her all de nicht
  Wid my jingling tamborino
And deon, when Christmas comes agin,
  I'll kiss them lubly two lips,
An' unite the heart an' chin,
  And drink do whiskey juleps.
Chorus.--Kase ole mnassa and missus, &c.


       GET UP IN TIE MORNING.

I took my banjo down and play7d
To give my love a serenade,
She was up so late a-making pies,
That when she went to bed she could not shut
      her eyes.
                  Chrus.
Then get up in the morning, then got up in the
      morning,
Get up in the morning, before the break of day



               POPULAR SONGS.           207

We both went out, when the weather was fine,
To catch some fish with the hook and line;
Sal threw her bait with her leaden dip,
And caught the darkey right in the hip.
Chorus.-Then get np in the morning, &c.

Sal caught a flounder and I caught a shad,
And wasn't site tarnation mad I
She said her's was a porpoise and mine was a
      whale,
And she bang'd me round with the old shad's
      tail.
Chorus.-Then get up in the morning, &c.

Sal, one day, she gavt, a sigh-
Her mouth would hold a pumpkin pie,
A bushel of potatoes, two quarts of gin;
She gaped one diay and her head fellin.
Chorus.-Thcn gct up in the morning, &c.




               DEAR NELL.

Masic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
        James Couenhoven, Philadelphia.

  I've got a charing home, dear Nell,
    A shadv', cool retreat,
  Where wild flowers are in bloom, dear Nell,
    And all the air is sweet.
                    Gg




208          POP1CLAR SONGS.

  The tiny birds among the trees
    Make answer to my calls,
  Their music fills the gentle breeze
    And on the sweet air falls.
Chorus.-Thcn, dearest Nell, my own dear Nell
         Come, share my charming home,
         And to the world I'll bid farewell,
         And never more will roam.
  But still, this charming place, dear Nell,
    Tho' lovely to the view,
  Is not replete with grace, dear Nell,
    If thou art not here too.
  Oh I come to this true heart, oh i coine,
    I fondly do entreat,
  And then, dear Nell, our charming home
    Will be indeed complete.
Chorus.-Then, dearest Nell, &c.



            CAROLINA BELLE.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published la
           Henry M'Caffrey, Baltimore.
Away down in de Carolina's dar my home
       shall be7
And where de gal folks call, Miss Dinah is
       waiting now for me;
She is a luhl yellow gal. she lubs dis darkeY
       well,
She takes d1e shine off pretty Hal. she's do
       Carolina belle



               POPULAR SONGS.           209

Oh! Miss Dinah, I lub (at gal so well
I'm ever happy whet I'm wid my Carolina
      belle.

She promenades de streets and squares, and
      cuts a-limighty swell-
Dar is no gal dat can compare wid my Carolina
      belle.
I wish dat you could see her walk, your heart
      Would surely swell,
And yet I have no right to talk of de Carolina
      belle.
0h I Miss Dinah, &c,

De first time dat I see my love, 'tws in her
      cabin iomle,
She look'd just like de turtle-dove dat nourns
      wlhen clar alone-
De time has come, and her Ill see, my thoughts
      on her still dwell,
And den so happy I will be wid de Carolina
      belle.
Oh I Miss Dinah, &c.



210           POPULAR SONGS.

    AUNT HARRIET BEECIIA STOWE.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          Henry M'Caffrey, Baltimore.
I went to New York city, a month or two ago
A hunting for (at lady, Aunt Harriet Beecha
       Stowe.
I see'd de Abolitions; dey said she'd gone
      away,
Dey told me in de city it was no use to stay.
She take away de dollars and put 'em in her
      pocket,
She laid her hand upon it, and dar she safely
       lock it;
Dey said if Massa come for me, den dcy would
       quickly meet,
Dey'd make a lion of me, and gib me 'nuf to
       eat.
                  Chtorus.
Oh I oh ! oh!I Aunt Harriet Beecha Stowe I
How could you leave de country and starTf
       poor darkies so i

Dey treated dis here child as doe I was a
       Turk,
Den tole me for to leave dem and go away to
       work ;
I couldn't get no work, I couldn't get no din-
       ner,
And den I wish dis fligitive was back in old
       Virginny.



              POPULAR SONGS.            211

Oh   when 1 was a picanin', ole Uncle Tom
      woiild*say,
Be true unto your Massa, and nehbcr run
      away.
He tole me dis at home, he tole mc dis at
      partin',
Ned, don't you trust de white folks, for (ey
      am quite unsartin.
Chorus -Oh I oh!1 oh I &c.

Ole Massa's bery kind, ole Alissus's gentle too
And much I love my Dinah, in ole Virginny
      true.
Now I'll go back and stay dar, and neher more
      will roam-
Lor' bress de Southern ladies, and my ole
      Southern home I
But don't come hack, Aunt Hlarriet; in Eng-
      land make a fuss,
Go talk against your country, put money in
      your puss ;
And when us happy darkies you pity in your
      pr1yer,
Oh I don't forgret do WHITE SLAVES dat's star-
      vin' oher dari

Chorus.-Oh I oh ! oh I &c.

Now do rules oh dis here house don't mit o.
      an encore,
So afore we go, just listen, Ill sing you one
      verse more-




212           POPULAR SONGS.

Aunt Harriet Beecha Stowe, she.tried to see de
       queen,
But Victoria was too smart for her, and so
       could not he seen.
She den went o'er to France, and tried to come
       it dar,
But de empress and de emperor know'd'xactly
       what dey were.
So de best way to fix it and hab. it understood,
Is, dat she left de country for her own coun-
      try's good.
                  C'horus.
Go! go ! go! Aunt Harriet Beecha Stowe!
I'se glad you left do country, and don't come
      back uo moe.




          COME, TAKE A SAIL.

Kusic, with Piano Forte Accomipanimnt, published by
            J. E. Gould, Pliladelpliia.

    Oh! won't you come, my Posy dear,
      And take a sail with me?
    My hoat is laying just out here
      And only waits for thee.
    She is the nicest little boat
      Upon the Tennessee;
    She's got the swveetest name afloat-
      I nsmed her after thee.



             POPULAR SONGS.            213

Chorus.-Then take a sail with me, my dear,
           And down the stream we'll glide,
        You'll never feel tie slightest fear,
          While I am by your side.

    The weather now is fine and clear;
      There's not a cloud above;
    So take your seat, my Rosy dear,
      Arid their right off we'll shove.
    I'll tend the sail and you shall steer,
      Arid when we move along,
    We'll raise our voices both so clear,
      In some nice little song.

£'horus.-Tlen take a sail with me, &c.

    We'll sect some cg reen and shady spot,
      Arid there we'll go ashore;
    We'll build a pretty little cot,
      Arid stay there evermore.
    Their won't you come, my Rosy dear
      And take a sail with me'
    My boat is laying right out here,
      And only waits for thee.

Chorus.-Then take a sail with me, &c.



16            POPULAR SONGS.

De long-tail filly and de big black boss-Don.
      dab, doo-dah!
Dey fly de trck, and dey botb cut across-
      Oh, doo-dab-day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud-bole--Doo-
      dab, doo-lah
Can't toucb bottom witb a ten-foot pole-Oh,
      doo-dah-dayI
Cltorus.-Gwine to*run all nigbt ! &c.

Old muley cow come on to de track-Doo-dah
      don-dah !
De bob-tail fling her ober bis back-Oh, doo-
      dab-day!
Den fly along like a rail-road car-Don-dah,
      doo-dahl
Runnin' a race wid a sbootin' star-Oh, doo-
      dRh-dayl
Chorus.-Gwine to run all night I &c.

See dem flyin on a ten-mile beat-Doo-da,
      doo-dahl
Round de race-track, den repeat-Ob, doo-
      dab-day!
I win my money on de bob-tail nsg-Doo-dah,
      doo-dah !
I keep my money in an old tow-bag-Oh, doo-
      dab-day I
Chorus.-Gwine to run all night I &c.




Z11%           POPULAR SONGS.

            POOR SISTER SUE.

 Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            J. E. Gould, 'hiladelphia.
 Poor sister Sue am gono far away,
 Gone where de good darkies dwell-
 Our old home looks gloomy, no bright eyes
       you'll see,
 But her spirit still whispers, " All's well!
 Chorus.-Come, brothers, sing of the lost one,
         Chaunt now a requiem for me-
         We'll strive to meet her in heaven,
         And dar she will join in our glee.

 She rose in the morn at the breakiing of day,
.As the lark on his pinions would soar-
And at evening we danced 'neath the tall cot-
       ton tree,
 That stood near the old cottage-door.
 Chorus-Come, brothers, &c.

 Grieve not for those who have gone on before,
 To regions where angels do dwell,
 Bnt live in good faith like the one we adore-
 And can say when our time comes, "All's
       wellI "
 Chorus.-Come, brothers, &c.




              POPULAR SONGS.            215

                  JULIA.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          James E. Boswell, Baltimore.

In a lone quiet spot by the side of a hill,
Where the sycamore grows, and the wild wil-
      low's weeping,
There's a requiem steals from a sweet little
      rill,
And chaunts o'er the mound where my Julia
      is sleeping.
                   Chorus.

Then mourn for my Julia, my joys are all
       over,
I never shall see my dear treasure again;
She's gone, and I've lost her I ne'er shall re-
       cover,
Oh! soon let me die to relieve me from pain.

The nightingale lingers and ceases to sing,
As he slowly unfolds his dark wing o'er my
       treasure;
The raven's loud croak makes the midnight
      air ring,
As he pours forth his dirge in a sorrowful
      measure.
Chorus.-Then mourn for my Julia, &c.

A heaven it was when I sat by her side,
For she, like an angel, would cheer me to glad-
      ness,




216           POPULAR SONGS.

But, oh  when I hoped to have made her my
      bride,
She died, and I'm left hut to sorrow and sad-
       ness.
,horus.-Then mourn for my Julia, &c.

For many an hour in the long summer's night,
I have faithfully watched, in the hope I night
      meet her-
But ahove, she is wanted ; I know it is right,
So I'll patiently wait 'till I'm call'd on to grevt
       her.
Chorus.-Then mourn for my Julia, &c.



           DE DAYS GONE BY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           Sep. Winner, Philadelphia.
  I'll sing about do days oh old,
    And dose I nebber shall see more;
  Oh Cings I always loved do best,
    In days now gone hefore.
  And Phiebo's one, dat good old soul,
    Do heart for which I sigh;
  She always loved me, dat I know,
    In good old days gone by.
Clorus.-O len, kind folks dat listen now,
           Just tink a while and sigh
         For dese fine days shall sonetinies he-
           Do days, de days gone by.



              POPULAR SONGS.           217

  Dere s noi to me like Plicebe, now,
    Sc good a heart I cannot Eud,
  For Phwbe seemed to know inc bcst,
    And dways spoke so kind.
  But parson says de world must change,
    And all tiiigs come to die,
  And old folis only can look back
    To de good old days gone by.
Chorus.-0 den, kind folks, &c.

  De white-waslied barn hab rotted down
    And where de timbers now decay,
  De old brown horse she rode upon,
    Lies underneath do clay,
  lie, too, got old like all de rest-
    Dey turned him out to die,
  And down behind dat barn be laid,
    In de good old days gone by.
Chorus-), deni, kind folks, &c.

  Den let me sing, and let me play
    De tune she always ax'd me for,
  And tlo she now be far away,
    I tink oh her do more.
  o den, kind folks dat listen now,
    Just tink awhile and sigh,
  For dese fine days shiall sometimes be-
    De days, do days gone by.
Chorus.--O den) kind folks, &c.



L10            POPULAR SONCS.

      WHITE CAT AND BLACX CAT.

White cat, black cat, any cat at all,
When you catch de pussy-Cat, don't you let
      her squall.
                  Chorus.
When you catch de white cat, shabe him, ol
       shiahe h1im-
When you catch do black cat shabe him by d(
       tail.

Tom-cat's gom'an, an' he rambles in do park,
Bull-dog do bow-wow, skeer 'em id his bark.
Chorus.-When you catch, &c.

Ole cat an' k:ttens was a pliving on dc bay,
Big cat git out oh do little cat's waIy.
Chorus.-When you catch, &c.

Tom-cat he bellows at do bristles on his hack
Kase lie see do pussy-cat a-peopin' thro' do
      crack.
Chorus.-When you catch, &c.

Green peach-puddin' an' a pumipkin-pie,
De black cat kicked out do white cats's eye.
Chorus.-When you catch, kc.

Big cat, little cat, any sort ol cat,
Skit at to at, to skt. to it, at de skat.
CAorus.-When you catch, &e.




               POPULAR SONGS.           219

       THE OLD HOUSE AT       IOME.
 Music, with Piano Iorte accompaniment. published by
           F. 1). Benteen, Baltimore.
Oh ! the old house at home, whee  my fore-
       athirs dwelt,
Where a child, at the feet of my mother, 1
       knelt,
Where she taught me the prayer-where she
      read me the page,
Which, if infancy lisps, is the solace of age;
My heart 'mid all changes, wherever I roam,
Ne'er loses its love for the old house at home.
'Twas not for its splendor that dwelling was
      dear,
'Twas not that the gay or the noble were near;
Oer the porch, the wild rose and woodbine
      entwined,
And tle sweet-scented jessamine waved in the
      wind-
Yet dearer to me than proud turret or dome,
Were the halls of my fathers, the old house at
      home.
But now tie old house is no dwelling for me,
The home of tIe strangrer henceforth itsh%ll be,
And ne'er will I view it, or rove as a guest,
O'er the ever-green fields which my father
      POssess55d
Yet, still, in oy slumbers sweet visions will-
      come,
Of the (ltys that are pass'd, and the old housp
      at home.



POPUL&R SONGS.


       DE LOVED ONES AT HOME.

dusic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           J. W. Porter, Philadelphia.

Oh ! dear to my heart is de school-honse at
      home,
Whar I learned my first lessons ob truth-
I think ob lem days wharebbei I roam,
And oh Flora I loved from my youth.
I shall nebber forget my kind mother so true,
And my dear old father, so just;
Dear sister and brndder I oft thiink ob you,
And my Flora dat's laid in de dnst.
                  Corus.
  Den take ne back to her resting-place,
    Where I planted the cypress-tree
  Thar let me again behold de dear face,
    Ob my once blooming Flora Lee.

Near old Massa's farm my parents dwell,
Dey work 'mong do wheat and do rye;
Ah, sad was de dlay when I bid dem farewell,
De big tear-drops rolled down from dere eyes,
Oh 1I long for do folks, ard do old cot home
Dat stands close by do creek in do grove-
And foolish I was when I left denm to roam,
And dear Flora my fond-licarted love.
Chorus -Den take me back, &c.



               1OPULAH, 3ONGS.           221

               SUSY DEAR.
 Music, vith i'ano Ferte Acconpaninient, published by
             J. C Smith, Philadelphia.
De moon am sliinm light and clear,
Do bull-frog is singing in de riber near-
My old long canoe am light and free,
And do riber stops running to wait for de.
Chorus.-DIon-Susy dear, hiab no fear,
         Do moon ani shining light and clear;
         3ut come to me and you shall see
         D)is darkey's always true to de.

De 'coon and do 'possum am stealin' corn-
Ole Massa sleeps till de day does dawn,
An' de crickets sing so loud and clear,
An' de words dley say am, 11 Susy dear."
Chorus.-Den Susy dear, &c.

Come, Susy, come, for de day's work's done,
An' de ho-cake it am waitin' for de,
And dis darkey's foot am beatin' de note
For a dance way down on de ole Peedee.
Chorus.-Den Susy dear, &c.

Den Susy, cum, for de banjo tom,
An' de darley's dey am dancin' a reel-
My ole canoe, like an ole ober-shoe,
Am waitin' for Miss Susy's heel.
C'horus.-Den Susy dear, &c.



              POPULAR SONGS.

           POOR UNCLE TOMT.

4rords used by permission of Wrn. Vanderbeck & Son,
         publishers of music, New York.

    A look of gloomy bitter sadness,
      Rests on every creature,
    Gone is ev'ry sign of gladness,
      Joyless every feature
    Fore'd away ere scarce a warning
      Came that we must sever,
    With us at eve, but ere the morning,
      Tom was gone forever.

      Chorus.-Poor Uncle Tom,
                 Farewell for ever more,
               Time will thy virtues tell,
                 When life, when life is o'er.

    Fle trod the steamer's deck dejected,
      And noughthe thought could cheer him
    Still he was not by all ne  lected-
      A sweet child frnboll'd near him
    And gazing on his face with sorrow,
      She kindly said-" Why sigh you,
    Don't weep, and then perlhaps to-morrow
      Mly father dear will boy you."

      Chorus.-Poor Uncle Ton-the voice
                 Of that young child
               Made Isis loic heart rejoice-
                 le sighi and smil'd.



                POPULAR SONGS.           22C

     Hark what a cry to heav'n ascends
       Eva, the planter's little daughter,
     Whose life on some swift aid depends,
       Now struggles in the water I
     A bound-a splash--and old Tom leaping
       Ahead of ev'ry other,
     Rescues the child, and brings her weeping
       To her distracted mother.
       Clorus.-Poor Tom is now at rest,
                  In the (ark grave,
                And those who knew him best
                  Mourn for the slave.



        GOOD OLD HUT AT HOME.

 Words used by permi,sion of Win. Vanderbeck & Son,
           music publishers, New York.

The good old hut at home, where my father he
       first dwelt,
Where like a possum at de feet oh mother I
      once knelt,
Where she taughlt me to hoe, and do ole banjo
      to play,
Which in infancy delighted me, and I think of
      to dis day.
Chorus.-My heart amid all changes, wher-
      ever I may roam,
Never can it lose, its love for the old hut at
      home.
                     Hh



POPULAR SONGS.


    DE DAYS WHEN I WAS YOUNG.

      I'm getting old and feeble now;
      Dis hair am turnin grey;
      I cannot work, as once I did,
      Upon each sunny day.
      De corn I used in pride to hoe-
      I planted it myself-
      Some younger nigga now must raise,
      Por I'm laid on de.shelf.
Chorus.-Den gadder round ye darkoy crew -
         The tale I oft have sung
         I'll sing again-again to you,
         Oh days when I was young.

      De morn ob life was full ob joy;
      I clim'd de ole gum-tree:
      Or listen'd to de oft-told tales,
      Beside my mudder's knee.
      chased de coon; I poled de raft;
      De possum was my prize-
      A smile den wreathed my fader's lips,
      Dough tears war in his eyes.
Chorus.-Den gadder round, &c.

      I loved a color'd gal, and she
      Was bound to me thro' life;
      And round my fire were gadder'd soon
      My children and my wife. .



224            POPULAR SONGS.

'Twas not for its ground floor the old hut was
       so dear,
'Twas not that Sambo or my Dinah always did
       come there,
But o'er the field the sugar cane and cotton
       plant entwin'd,
And toe sweet scent of the hacca plant was
      waving in the wind.
             My heart, &c.

But the good old hut at home is no dwelling
      now for me,
The home of other darkies henceforth it e'er
      must he,
And I oft look hack upon it as to my work I

For the new massa I'm toiling for with shovel
      and with hoe;
            My heart, &c.



            ROMPING NELL.
Words used by permission of W. Vanaerbeck & Son,
          music publishers, New York.
    Did you neher see de darhey gal,
      De gal I lub so well;
    Shp stands about five feet and nine,
      And her name is omiping Nelll



             P3PULAR SONGS.          225

    Her bref is sweet as sugar-cane,
      Her eye is brack as night;
    And when I clasp her round de waist,
      She says, " dear Mister White."
Chorus.-Did you neber see de darkey gal,
          De gal I lub so well;
        She stands about five feet and nine,
          And her name is romping Nell I
            Her name is Romping Nell,
            Her name is Romping Nell I
          O she stands about five feet and nine
            And her name is Romping Nell.
    0, how I lub dis darkey gal I
      I neber can forget
    How happy and how gay I felt,
      De fust time dat we met;
    I gazed upon her sparklin eye,
      Her pearly teeth so white;
    And when I see her at de ball,
      She seem'd de queen ob night I
            Did you neber see, &c.
    0, how dis bosom throb and burn,
      When Romping Nell is near;
    I tremble like an aspen leaf,
      When her sweet voice I hear;
    She pot her lubly hand in miue,
      Ano- on my neck she fell,
    Den softly, sweetly, in my ear,
      "I'm thine "-said Romping Nell
            Did you neber see, &c.



226           POPULAR SONGS.

         LUBLY COLORED DINE.

Words used 1)v permission of Inm. Vanderbeck & Son
         publishers of music, New York.

    Dis dlarkey rise one morning,
      Just afore de brake ob dayy,
    Wid his gun upon his shomlder,
      It was in the month of May.
    Ile think lie shot a poss na
      For his lub!y colored )ine,
    Dat he liab seen de night afre
      I) e moon begin to shine.
 "horus.-Den look out all ye darkies,
           )on't you cast your eyes on Dine,
         For I'm a gwan to niarry her,
           And den she will he mine.
         I IafF, ya ha! at all the jokes,
           Since Dine she Itb 1e so
         I will iot let a colored gem
           O'er dis proud darkey crow.

    A-goin' long de riber bank,
      De' possum be made track
    But afore he reach do udder side,
      I lay him on his back;
    I take him to de gal I hub,
      She cook him up so fine,
    Dat dar I spend do rest oh day,
      Wid lubly colored Dine.
           Now look out all you darkies, &e



                    SONCIAltS(rG.         1227

           i) ohi, ,iii wii r)ine,,
       I ior Smile it ta te so sweet
    iA  I don her eve sliin c 4e die moon,
       1)at slow 1i'r irett V foct
    ll teeth like allater,
       As Nvhite as fillin' snow
    iier hair as black as is dc inink,
       And curlin' as it grow.
            Now look out till you d.rh ics, &c



JORI)ON AM A HARD ROAD          TO TRIABEL

Music, with Piano Forte accomnp%ninienit, pubislme by
           C. G. Christmwan, New York.

I rilwed into New York, to paq  1c tin(- away
I tralhi2l'd ober de Russ 'avemei tt anordiu
Iar gwine to hab it finished when dto City
       Hall bell soutods
Ober o1i de oder side oh Jordon.
  I too off my coat and roll tip mv sleeve-
  ior(,,on ain a hard rioal to trahel:
  I i ok off my coat anl roll u tit -' ("'CC,
  Jot ion ami a hard road to tralbell, I helieve

Den I look to de Norf, I look to de lst,
Holler for de ox cart to come or,.
WPi' Ior gray hors's driv-en on dc lead,
To take ms to (Is oder side oh Jordon.
       I took off ny coat, &e.



228           POi'YLAR SONGS.

Clem in dc hay loft tryinpto get asleep,
Massa John went out to maul um,
He hit him on de bead wid a bar of soft soap
And it sounded on de oder side ob Jordon.
      I took off my coat, &c.

I went an made a banjo so well I kept it
      strung,
An ranged all my music now accordin',
I play'd up a tune, call'd go it while your
      young
And dey sing it on de other side oh Jordon.
      I took off my coat, &c.




        THE TAMBORINE SHAKE.

  Now white folks I am gwan to sing,
  'Bout dis an dat, an de odder ting,
  Some nigger kicking up a row,
  Some how or nodder I don't know how
  As I walked out (IC oder day,
  I heard a lovely virgin say,
  De niggers all am getting green,
  Dere's none to shake de tanborine.
      Den wake up dat old fiddle now,
      De banjo kicking up (I row,
      De bones am playiig out and in,
      Den let me shake de taiborine.



            POPULAR SONGS.

  stepped up to dis lovely fair,
And touched her oin her silken hair.
Ses I dis lovely face i've seen,
A dancing out upon de green.
She look ed inc righlt fair in de face,
Put on a sort oh smiling( grace,
And says dis nigger's face I've seen,
Shaking dat old tamborine.
                      Den wake up, &c

I axed her if she'd go wid me,
To travel round de country,
O11, no, says she, I must he seen,
A dancing out upon de green.
Da's Jim, dat once was made oh brass,
D)ey say dere none can it surpass,
But let me git a hold so keen,
I'se de boy to shiake de tainborine.
                      Den wake up, &e,

So now white folks my song I'll send,
Before I do it, you may depend,
Ob all de niggras you hab seen,
I'se one to shake de tamborine.
Mly song you see it should he longer,
If my arm had only been stronger,
But shaking here all night I've heen,
Upon dis here ole tamborine.
                       Den wake up, &o



230           POPULAR SONGS.

       TIE NIG(E-' S SERENADE.

  The night was warm, (lark and still
  No sound was 1lc'ar-d il-11 the lake or hill,
  Alone upon a log lecyed,
  A nig2er snug hi- serenade.
Solo.-Wake bones, awake botis, de tambo am
           about7
      De fitile and d', triqnogle sliall play,
         while de inusic ob do banjo rushes out.
All.-AVake bones, awake bones, &c.

  I went out arter coons one night,
  'Twas iiglity dlark, I had no light,
  I catch de coon, him home I bring,
  Dis tamubo den begin to ring.
                          WV ake bones, &c.

  I den did go straight up to bed,
  But scarcely down hal laid my head,
  Whoen Dinah serceeCle-I heard her say,
  Sambo, your coon am got away.
                         Wake bones, &C.

  I've often heard de niggers say,
  Of instrument dlcy like to play,
  But all de instruments doy timd,
  Dis ole tambo just suits my mindi.
                          Wake bones) &C



           POPUIAR SONGS.           23!

COME WAKE UP, MY LADY-LOVE.

Come lend an enr, my lub, to me,
An listen to dis meloly;
Hark nnto de strains so fine,
As all do darkies in chorus jine.
     Oh, conie, wake up, my lady love,
     01, coine, wake up, iy lady love,
     01l, comle, wake up1, my lady love,
     And list to do banjo from above.

 Come my lub, an go wid me,
 I'11 bv a farm in de counteree;
 Den wid my banjo by my sidle,
 You shall le my joy an pride.
                Oli, come wake up, &c.

 Den we lib) like white folks fine,
 I smoke do cigar, you drink de vine,
 You dance de Polka while I sing,
 An pick upon de banjo string.
                01l, come wake up, &c.

 Den colle my Inb an go wid me,
 An well lit) in sveet felicity
 Den how happy we will be,
 Wid our piccaninnics on our knee.
                )i, come wake up, &c.



232          rOPULAR SONOS.

              ROSA MOON.

Come ye niggers listen a story I tell you soon,
About F colored virgin dey call her Rosa Moon.
Her face as black as charcoal, her eyes am like
      de coon,
She am a handsome virgin my lubly Rosa
       Moon.
     Oh Rosa Moon we'll dance up to dis tune,
     We dance all night till broad day light,
     And not go hoine till noon.

 Massa lob dis yaller gal and I did lob her too,
 And when he took her from de field I didn't
       know what to do,
 I work so hard and watch de son until it does
       come noon,
 Dat I might get a site once more oh lubly Rosa
       Moon.
             Oh Rosa Moon will dance, &c.

 When massa sell dis yaller gal, it almost broke
       my heart,
 Den when she went to start away wid tears we
       both did part,
 Bnt now she's gono I can't tell where, I hope
        she come back soon,
  pat I mav once more see de face, oh lubly
        ? )sa Moon.
             Oh, Rosa Moon we'll dance, &c.



              POPULAR SONGS.           233

         OLE BROTHER BONES.

         Aia.-Picayune  Butler.

    Now white folks come and list to me,
    I'se gwane to shake dese bones you see,
  Second voice-Ho Clams.
    I shake dem all around my head,
    Dat jist afore I goes to bed,
  Second voicc.-Ho I Clams
  (Spolcen.) Yes, yes, yes I come all de way
from Wimmington to sing dat song, but dese
clam nigger bodder abody so can't hear 'emn
self think
  Second voice.-Well bones I was only jist
savinfr saying, saying.
  Bones.-Saying what ?
  Second voice.- Wh v, -%vli,
      Ole brudder hones a n coming,
      Ole hrudder bones :In coming to town,
      Oh de niggers all ain running around,
      Crying ole brudder bones am coming to
            town.

    I went up town de nler da.
    To hear what do niggers had to sa,
  Second voic.-lIo  ' ims.
    A, nigger was dere dat conie from Rome,
    But he didn't know how for to shake do
          hones.
  Second voice.-10! Clams.



POPULAR SONGS.


      But Def; alas I come dar, and took
      De ones 1 lub de best;
      And leff no tie to comfort me,
      Or calm my aching breast
Cliorus.-Den gadder round, &c.

      Now years have past, my youth am gone
      My eyes are bathed in tears,
      And nuffin's left dis nig on earth,
      But memory of past years.
      Old massa promised me to day,
      Dat when I fail'd and died,
      He'd lay me, wife, and little ones,
      In one grave, side by side.
oChoru8.-Den gadder round, ye darkey crew,
         De tale I oft have sung
         No more will meet your list'ning ears,
         Of days when I was young.




  GREETING TO A MERRY KEY-NOT
              JENNY LIND'S.

         Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
         Let's sing, to a merry key,
         Of the banner that waves aloft
         O'er the home of the brave and free.



234            POPULAR SONGS.

  (Spokn,) Dere, dere, dere7s dat clam nigger
again.  Say what dat nigger git for splaining
his jaws in dat manier.
  Second voice.-I sprain your jaws you does'nt
shut up (lare; does you know it?
  -Bones. Know what ?
           Ole brudder bones am coming, &c,

     A nigger den cones up to me,
     S in have you got den bones sez he.
  Second voice-Ho I Clanis.
     I hauled up for to let him alone,
     My hands dey gin for to shake de bones.
  Second voice-1o i Clams.
  (Sp(len 1) Dar, dar, 'tis again, I isn't gwan
to sing dat song any more. [Throws doivn hi
  Second voice.- Yes you is.          bones.
  Third voice.-Wliy is he ?
  Second voice-Why enause.
           Ole brudder bones am coming, &c

    I wish I was in Tennessee,
    And had my true lub long wid me,
  Second voice.-HIo Clams.
    From dare you Fee I go strait home,
    And show her bow I shiake de bones.
  Tlird voice.-De homminy man am    on his
way with his good homminy.    Oh it is good
for de chiildren,
  ,5cond voice.-Not 1),1 for the nurse.
  P'irst voice.-Now look hre, you niggas is a
         getting worse.



             POPULAR SONGS.           235

    An ole brulder bones is going, going,
    An ole brudder bones is going ont ob town,
    An ole brndder bones is going to leave you,
    Kase you is trying to do him up brown.




      SWEET ROSE OB CAROLINE.

    Come darkies all draw near,
      And I will tell you why,
    You often see de tear-drop,
      Fill dis nigga's eye.
    And make (fis ole cheek wet,
      Like gum round de pine,
   'Tis kase I can't forget,
      Sweet Rose ob Caroline.
Hu;; h darkies hush I and hear old Cline,
Biw, 'bout sweet Rose oh Caroline.

   One lubly night in June,
     De moon shone bright and clear,
   Ny banjo I did tune,
     To serenade my dear;
   S' e rose and quicklIN, flew,
     To meet her own Clem Cline,
   And oh, dis teiart was true,
     'o Rose oh Caroline.
                  I uz, darkies, &c.



136          POPULAI SONGS.

    WO spole about ue cot,
      Jie massa promised me,
    It was a lubly spot,
      Beside a big gum tree.
    She drew a heavy breath,
      And placed her hand in mine,
    And said "I'm yours till death,"
      Did Rose ob Caroline.

                  Hush, darkies, &c.
    But oh I how sad her fate,
      She just let go my arm,
    When a big rattlesnake,
      Did sound his dread alarm.
    She rushd to me and screech'd,
      "1 Oh, save me dear Clem Cline "
    Too late dis fang had reach'd
      Sweet Rose ob Caroline.
                  Hush, darkies, &c.

    And when I lost my Rose,
      I could not work nor play,
    And massa he propose,
      To sell me far away.
    So nnw I can but sigh,
      And watch de big stars shine,
    And hope to meet on high,
      Sweet Rose oh Caroline.
I l,4i s  darkies, hush ! see de heart ob ole Cline
Is breaking for Rose oh Caroline.



             POPULAR SONGS            237

             01, SUSANNA.

I come from Alabama, wid my banjo on my
      knee,
A,k?'se goin to old Tar River my mudder for
      to see;
It rained so hard de odder night, de wedder it
      was dry,
De moon so cold, I burn to deff, Susanna don't
      you cry.
  Den oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me,
  I'se gwan to ole Tar River, my mudder for
      to see,
  Den oh Susanna, don't you cry for me,
  Ise gwan to ole Tar River my mudder for
      to see.

Fil jump aboard de telegraph, an trabble down
      de river,
Spose de 'lectric fluid magnifies an kill dis yar
      poor nigga,
Or de bullgine bust, de horse run off, an bloyr
      me up sky high,
I'll shut my eyes, and hold my breff, Susanna
      don't you cry.
                    Den oh Susanna, &c.

I'll soon get down to Lynchburg town, and den
      I11 run around,
And if I see my mudder dare I'll fall upon de
      ground



238           POPULAR SOOS.

But if T should'n see her, dis darke'll  surely
      die,
And when I'm dead and buried, Susanmw d on't
      you cry.
                     Den oh Susanna, Le.


I had a dream de udder night when e er ling
       was still)
I thoughit I saw my mudder a conin down deI
       hill,
De buck-,vlet cake was in her ,touf. do tcar
       was in her e. e,
Says I, I'se comin froom do Souf, Stsanna don't
      you cry.
                     Den oh Sis:inn:), Sjc.


I'll soon come back to see you, my own Susan-
       na dear,
Dat Itll run off an leahe you, neber luib no
       fear,
If any wench comes to me, i'll tell her slhut
       her mouf,
 Kase Susanna's my own true lub an lios dIown
       in de souf.
                     Den ohi Susanna, &e.



           PoPULAR SOO.

        ALABAMA STATE.

Lori bress dit lubly yaller gal,
     Dwi" folks call Miss Dinalh
P'it.- we ye darkies all,
  Tell me whar I can find her.
    She's gone to de Alabama State,
    To hoc do corn an bake de (Th(e.


She is de fairest nigga wench,
  Ob all do colored race,
And ebery darkey falls in lub
   Wid my sweet Dinah's face.
   She's gwan to do Alabana State,
   To hoe do corn and bake de cake.

Her eyes dey are like coals oh fire,
  Her waist so small and slender,
She eats nothin bnt possum fat,
  And only dat what's tender.
    She's gwan to de Alabana State,
    To hoe de corn an bake do cake.

She's gwan to de Alabama State.
  Whar de corn and rice do grow,
Now darkies don't bewa-il my fate,
  We are all a going to go.
    She's gwan to de Alabama State,
    To hoe do corn an bake do cake.


Ii



POPULAR SONGS.


      SASHAY UP AND DOWN.

As I ' vas going through de woods,
  My dog he tree'd a possum,
I hoist my gun an shot him down,
  And away he tumbled gossum.
        Sashay, up an down,
          Sal come down the middle,
        Sound de banjo an de bones,
          De tambo an de fiddle,
        Diddle de idden doodle da,
        Diddle didden dad da.
        Didden de idden doodle da,
        Did de idden da da.

Come my lob fri go wid me,
  I'll take you down de cellar,
Feed you on good possum fat,
  Homminy an tallow.
                          Sashay, &o

Long Jake came to town,
  Wid a load ob peaches,
Dc hoss run off, an knock'd him down,
  And smash'd him all to pieces.
                          Sashay, &c.

Ole Susanna dreamt a dream,
  Dreamt dat she was jumping,
She dreamt she eat a musher-room,
  Bigger dan a punken.
                          Sashay, &c.



            PoUL 'L SONGS.            241

 i;tclled (IG cart biefore Ie bull
 .1Ust like it clere  i ll'I7
Hit iiii a t1l11p11) to mkTe hi al go,
  Ie fell uipt in the cellar.
                            Sashay, &c.


      CALIFORNIA     EMIGRANT.
         TUNE.-Oh, Sutsanna.
  I come fron Quakerdelphy,
    With my waslie owl on my knee,
  i'm goilg to (alihirnia,
    The Lold dust for to see.
  It rain'd all nighlt the da:ty I left,
    The w eatlier it was dry,
  Tie sun so hot I froze to leath,
    Oh. brothers, don't you cry,
        Oh1, Catliforia 1
          That's tic land for me,
        Ino going to Sacrlanento,
          With my w aslibowl on my kneel
  I jump'd aboard the Creole ship,
    And travelled on the sea,
  And every time I tliougltt of home,
    I wisl'd[ it wasn't ine i
  The vessel rear'd like any Iorse
    That Iiid of oats a wcalth,
  It found it coulin't tti row fle,
    So I tlioui-lt I*d tlirw im self.
                     Oh1. taliurttia, &c.



2            POPULA'l SONGS.

  1thought of all the pleasant times
     We'd had togeter hiere :
   I thought I ought to cry a bit
     But couldn't find at tear.
   The pilot bread was in my mouth,
     The gold dust in my eye,
   And though Fim going far away
     Dear brothcrs, donut yOu cry.
                      Oh, California, &c.

   I soon sball be in Francisco,
     And then I'll look all round,
   .And when I see the gold dIst there,
     I'll pick it off the ground.
   I'll serape the niountaihis clean, my boys
     I'll drain the rivers dIry,
   A 4ipocket full of rocks" bring home,
     So brothers don't yon cry.
                      Oh, California, &c.



        SKIDDY, IDDY, DI DO.

 Here we are as you diskiver,
 All de way from Ole Tar river,
 Here we come as you must know,
 All ready for to play on de old banjo.
   )cn oh Lord, gals, gib us a (haw tobacco
   Oh Lord, gals, fotch alon,2 de whiskey,
   Skiddy iddy iddy iddv di di di dlo,
   MV head swims when I get a little tipsy



            POPULAR SONGs.            24

Father Miller goes out preachin,
Abou' de world a coning to pieces.
Den if you wantt to do what's right,
Just go and join do Millerite.
                 Den, oh Lord, gals, &c.

Forty horses in de stable,
Pretty gals in de wild goose nation,
My wife's dead an I'm a sinner,
Go down to Johnny's an get my diiner
                  Den, oh Lord, gals, &c.

Uncle Pete and Aunty Jess,
Dey wont to hoy a cider press,
De hoops flew oil an do hogsliead bust,
And dey boff weiit up in a thunder gust.
                  Den, oh Lord, gals, &c.

De higher up do monkey goes,
De furder he gets lie shows his toes
He peel do apple an eat de skin,
Ile break my head ai crack my shin.
                  Den, oh Lord, gals, &c.

 I went to a ball aii danced all niglit,
 Early in de morning (ley pot out do light
 One gal said dat lier shoes was tore,
 Dancing on de &andy floor.
                  Den, oh Lord, gals, &c.




              POPULAR SONGS.             19

      The darkey may sing at his work,
      Or dance at the close oh (le dtkIv
      Wid do fiddle or banjo anl bones,
      Drive every sharp sorrow aw ay.
      H1e may lay in (e shade oh ie trees,
      And snooze, and be ireamin' ob bliss.
      Den talk not ob far distaut lands,
      For none (an be equal to dis.
Chorus.-Hurrah, &c.

      De stars dat sbine ober our heads
      Are transposed to our banner so bright,
      And dtiffuse o'er our broad happy land
      Their purest and steadiest light
      And under their influence meet
      De buckra and darkey so gay;
      And when our tones f.ll on your ears.
      .-Your care is all driven awny.
Chorus.-Hurrah, &c.

      There is room for allwho awill come;
      The alien can here rest in peWce;
      And the one who has suffer'd the most
      Will find all his sufferin(rs cease.
      And talent and virtue inai come,
      Borne here by the favoring sails,
      And listen, as oft as tlc) h aye,
      To this great band ob darls'iglhtiugales
Chorus.-IHurrah, &c.



244          POPULAR SONGS.

         DE POUR NIGGA BOY.

  Oht dar's not a beast dat's cunning,
  W,orth punning,
  Or running,
  Like a coon dat hates do gunning
    Ob de poor nigga boy.
  Wedder up or (down he go,
  Sure lie know he*s his foe,
  Ie hates do heel or toe
  Ob do poor niggar boy.
  Dare's not a -woods he goes through,
  Or ever pokes his nose through,
  Do coon he sees I spose through
    De branches as be swing.
  While up do tree,
  De coon you see,
  Ile look so shy
  Out oh his eve,
     Oh, is'nt lie afraid ob do poor nigga boy.
  And when he git him out,
  How he poul,
  Wid him snout.
  lie weigh 10 pounds about,
     Sns de poor niga boy.
   Oh he cotch himi- by do tail,
   On a rail,
   For a scale,
   Oh don't you give leg bail,
     Says do poor nigga hoy.
   For fi11 take you oni my shoulder
   Before You get 11uch older,



              POPULAR SONGS.           245

  And Dine will tink me bolder
    Dan any ob do boys.
  Jist like a cat,
  You'd like a spat,
  I'm up to that,
  I'm glad you're fat,
  You'll soon be in de pot,
    Says do poor nigga boy.



        "DE OLD GRAY COON."
          AiR.-The deep Blue Sea.
blo.-Sec, darkies see, 'tis do old Gray Coon,
  Chorus.-Dar lie comes creeping, from de
      corn-field leaping,
Solo.-De dogs from de house will follow saon,
  Chorus.-Now boys readily do coon flies
      steadily.
      ~fNow nigrgas away while do coon we see,
      We'll hunt him to dat old gum tree,
      How happy are we, darkies so free,
      t Chasing do coon to do old guin tree.
  Chorus.-How bappy are we darkies so, &c.

Solo.-Climb Sambo, climb dat old gun tree!
  Chors.-Don't stand sleeping, du coon am
      creeping,
Solc.-Off wid yourjacket and dar you'll see,
  1Clrus.-Now boys lightly, do dogs keep
      quietly,



246            POPULAR SONGS.

     (Dir goes Sam lie am to de nest,
     De critter lie am got dat de niggers love
8910.        best,
      SHow happy are we, darkies so free,
      Chasing de coon to de old gum tree.
  Chorus-How happy are we niggars so, &c.

Solo.-Now let's away for de day has dawned,
  Churus.-Softly boy s creeping do overseer's
      sleeping!
Solo.-De coon am do beast, dat do niggars am
           fond,
  Chorus.- e hunt him  nightly, while do
       moon shines briohtl.
     (Now darkies away for do coon now stoop.
Solo, Bekase he make such first rate soup,
       How happy are we darkies so free,
       Chasing de coon to do old gum tree.
  Chorus.-How happy are we uiggars so, kc



        DE MERRY SLEIGH BELLS.

      [Jingle, jingle, clar do way
      ITis de mnerry, merry, sleigh,
   ~ Joyfully we slide along,
   'g  Only listen to our song.
       See de ole hoss shake de belis,
     ~'ISee how he snorts, see how I e swells,
   3 See de smoke, see how it goes,
       Jist like a bullgine from his nose.



              POPULAR SONGS.             247

     Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, clar
            de waY,
     ITis de merry, merry, merry, merry,
            merry, sleigh.        Rq) e a

    -Shall we go a sleighing, a sleighing, a
            sleighI iing,
     De light hoss sliall 1)01 us o'er de salt
            Colored pl-itin,
 *   On good whiskey punch, cakes and sau-
            snee r e,lmng,
,i   Oh den we will slide fro de snow slick
            and well.
     De trees ob de forest, sleigh runners
            shmall lend us,
t    An old oaken han, or an old bharn shell,
     Wil cooi sldis to warin us and bells to
            attend us,
     Oh den we will slide fro de snow slick
            and well.
                            Shall we, &c.

   Jingle, jingrle, how she whirls,
 ~ Pam-j:mi full 01) :lughing girls,
  o)e ole whip cracks, de boys all funny,
      1iirry iip (1 at peach and ioney.'
    To de amrn floor den we go,
    Dire brake down all in a row,
r Till da ,light we'll dance and sing,
L LOh den You hear de sleigh hells ring,
                 Jingle, jingle, jingle, &c.



POPUlAR SONGS.


DO NOT GO WVAY, MY LADY LUB.

Dar's my gal her charms revealin',
Softly o'er me lub am stealin,
How I treasure op her glances,
As how she now so gaily dances.
      Do not go away my lady lob,
      Oh, do not go wvav, my lady lob,
      Oh, do not, go way. my lady lob,
      Bot hark to de banjo from above.

One smile from thee, my treasure,
Put me den in a quart pot measure,
Cork me tight, but kiss nie fust,
Do it lob, soon, or else I'll bust.
                  Do not go away, &c.

Talk about Blangy Taliogna,
Dis chap beats de grand piana,
Augrustus, w id his steps so light,
Puts dem all clar out oh sight.
                  Do not go away, &c.

Oh, I wish I was a little fly,
I'd sip the moisture from her eye,
I'd git right down upon my knees,
An' mind I tell you, hlow I'd squeeze.
                 Do not go away, &c.



              POPULAR SONGP.          249

          DRUAIERCS GROWL.

Hark, darkies, hark, it am  ole Drummer's
      Growl,
[lark, darkies, hark, it am ole Drummer's
      growl,
    As throucghi de woods lie chased dat coon,
    Which echoes wid his howl,
      For see dat coon am ober done,
      An Drminmer lie am up to fun,
        See whar dey go,
        See whar dey go.


Now see wmar dey go, to de tater field dey fly,
Now see whar dey go, to de tater field (lev fly,
    But neber mind, ole Drummer '11 cotch
    Dat same ole coon bye an bye.
                     For see dat coon, &c.


Oh, look dar, see hea, dat coon am on de
       rail,
Oh, look dar, see heah, dat coon am on de
       rail,
     But neber mind, ole Drummer soon,
     WVill have him by the tail,
                     For see dat coon, &c.



250           POPULAR SONGS.

           I'M A KING, A KING.

I sliobels dem out-I shobels dem in,
Where de moon beams bright, mid de clouds
       so dim,
I covers dem nice in dar homes you see,
For dey lob's to come to a king like me,
I shobel dem out ob dt lonely bed,
An laugh as I play wid do silent (lead,
When de tempest howls I shobel dem in,
An I lobs to list, for I'm a happy king.

De world is my plaything, I hab no home,
Mong dese piles ob my own I lob to roam,
Iow sweet am de tones oh de ole spadies clink,
As I mark all arounl de grabe's soft brink
De moler I tops from her soft bed dar
To pot in her stead her daughter fair,
An midI do ole curfew's sad, cheerless ing,
I feel I'm a king-a happy king

When de fader stands by his daughter's grave,
When de moder looks down dat yawnin cave,
When de broder and sister weep around,
Dis heart wil leap at do welcome sound
In de spring, in do summer, in do winter's cold,
I shovels dem in, both young and old,
Fcrom my furrow'd brow my sweat I fling,
I'm a king, a king, a happy king.








     ETHIOPIAN SERENADERS'

          OWN BOOK.


 ,Angelina Baker,                     71
 Aunt Dinah Roe,                     117
 Aunt Harriet Beecha Stowe,          210
 Alabarma State,                     239
 Bowery Gals,                         52
 Blow de Horn,                       182
,-C,amptown Races, or gwine to run all night, 15
  Come to de ole Gum Tree,            62
  Come, Darkies, come,               106
  Carry me back to old Virginia's Shore,  152
  Come along with me,                175
  Cynthia Suow,                      200
  Carolina Belle,                    208
  Come, take a sail,                 212
  Come wake up, my lady-love,        231
  California Emigrant,               241
- Docy Jones,                         11
  De days when I was young,           1T
  De last oh de cabbages,             23
,,,Dolly Day,                         69
  Ding, Dong, or the Darkies' Wedding,.    96
                    R              251



CoNTEN S.


Dilly Burn,
Down on the Farm,
De Sigger's Wedding-Day,
Do spot where I was Born,
Dear Nell,


De days gone by,
Do loved ones at Home,
De pOOr Nigga boy,
"De old Gray Coon,"
Do merry Sleigh Bells,
Do not go way, my Lady
Drummer's Growl,
Einna Snow,
11'imna Dale,
Eulalie,
Ella Ree,
Ethiopian Quartette,
Fi-hi-hi,


Lub,.


Farewell my Lilly Dear,
Greeting to a Merry Key-not Jenny
Ginger's Wedding,
Gone to Alabama,
Gum Tree Canoe,
Good old Dinah,
Get up in the morning,
Good old Hut at Home,
I'lnh-a-Bye, Baby,
Happy are we darkies so gay,
Ilither we come,
I wish I was in ole Varginny,
I'm ofT for Charleston,


     120
     167

     192
   * 198
     207
     216
     220
     244
     245
     246
     248
     249
     45
     49
     83
     85
     166
     39
     94
Liud's, 18
      31
      43
      46
      98
      206
   2 22?
      107
      132
      03
      56



                  CONTENTS.            253

 I'll throw myself aav7                  86
 It is the old Banjo,                   191
 In the Mississippi Valley,             193
 I lub de night,                        205
 I'm a King, a King,                    250
 Julius from Kentucky,                   24
 Jane Monroe,                            28
 Julins's Bride,                         30
 Julius's trip to the World's Fair,      97
 Joe oh Tennessee,                       17
 Julia Green,                            79
 Jenny Lyle,                            145
 Jenny Rose,                            178
 Junietta Johnson,                      188
 Julia,                                 215
 Jordon am a hard road to trabel,       227
 Katy Dean,                              40
 Kate Loraine,                           73
 Lynchburg Town,                         80
 Lizzy Lee,                             138
 Lovely Rosanna,                        17
 Lubly Colored Dine,                    226
 My Brodder Gum,                         14
 Medley Song,                            20
 Mary 1lane,                             33
 Massa Sound is sleeping,                65
 Melinda Mfay,                           72
Mlassa's in the cold gronnd,             84
My Lucy so Fair,                        137
Mary Vale,                              173
My Canoe is on the Ohio,                187
My happy Childhood's Hlome,             196
kary Bloom,                             199




20          POPULAR SONGS.

        OL) AUNTY BROWN.

  Old aunty Brown is feeble now,
    1Hcr hair is thin and grey,
  It wanders o'er her wrinkled brow,
    And there she lets it lay;
  She cannot knit, she cannot read,
    Nor dare she ever sew,-
  Yet she could do them, oh I how well
    Some fifty years ago.

  Her husband, he is dead and still;
    Yet he was very old;
  Before he died he made his will,
    And left her all his gold.
  She has no son to break her heart,
    Nor daughter vain to feed,
  Yet one by one her days depart,
    Unknown to care or need.

  The paint is all worn off the chair
    That she has nad so long;
  She bought it at an orphan's fair,
    When she was young and strong.
  She used to think the most of it,-
    That good old chair of yore:
  In it she sewed-in it she knit,
    And read her ible o'er.



254              CONTENTS.

Nelly Bly,
-Nclly w as a Lady,               .     19
Na inc,v Tease,                        36
Neglo's Se%-en Ages-not Shlikspeare's, 81
Nighit Fineral of a Slave,            119
Nelly Bell,                            142
Nacy Shore,                            155
fll Folks at Home,                       5
h Oli I Boys carry me 'long,      .      6
Old Aunt Brown,                         22
Old Uncle Edward,          .      .     42
Oh Come, Darkies, Come,    .      .     64
Oh! Lemuel,                             91
Old Ned,                   .           101
Oh, Dearest Dine,                      134
Oh, Dinah dear,                        156
Old Virginia never tire,    .     .    158
Oh ! take me back to Tennessee,        163
Old River Farm,                        112
Old Jessy,                  .     .    174
Operatic Extravaganza,      .     .    194
Ole Brother Bones,          .     .    233
Oh, Susanna,                           237
Parody-" On old Long Island's Seagirt
       Shore,"                          26
 Parody on the Phantom Chorus,          37
 Poor Aunt Dinah,                       61
 Poor Foolish Joe,                     111
 Poor old Joe,                         113
 Pompey's Grave,            .      .   121
 Pop goes de Weasel,                   169
 Poor sister Sue,                      214



                 CONTENTS.             255

Poor Tin(le Tom,                       222
Riny, Rin(r, de Banjo,                  11
Rosa Bell,                  .      .    25
Rosa Dear,                  .      .    58
Rose of Indiana,            .     .    197
Roim ping Nell,                   .    224
Rosa Aloon,                 .     .    232
Stop dat Knocking,                      50
She sleeps in the Grave,                75
Sciaplihia Tell,                       122
Swep-l1 Refrain,           .           123
Saiace's river side,                   I *RR
Sarah Da)~y,                           140
6im,in Darkey of the Ohio,     .       143i
Shiuin o Moon,                         14S
Sukey Lano,                            153
Snsn iayne,                            159
Soe Dalrkies, see,                .    161
Sleep, Susa dear,           .     .    185
Sweet Mississippi,                     201
Sweet Lucy Day,                        202
Samnbo's Serenade,                     204
Susy Dear,                             221
Sweet Rose ob Caroline,                235
Sashay up and down,                    240
Skiddy, Idly, Di Do,                   242
The Viroinia Rose-Bud ; or, the Lost Child, 47
The Ilaunted Well,          .     .     53
The )arkies' Serenade,                  76
The old folks are gone,                 88
Tile oi Corni Inill,        .103
"Ild : Hlorni,                    .    104
The Belle oif \illy aw ly, .           109



256              CONTENTS.

The Rose of Baltiinrc,                 11
The Dark' who " T(tes" the Target,     115
The old Log Int at Home,               116(
The lDarkey Sleighing Party,           125
The Darkey Blackberrying Party,        127
The Coon-Hunter's Bride,               136
The yellow Rose of 'exas,              139
The old Virginia State,                144
The Gal from the South,                147
The old Jawbone,                       149
The licart-hroken Darkey,              15]
The Al. P.'s Musical Invitation,       160
The death of Juney,                    168
The fine old Southern Lady,            18]
The Miller's song,                     186
The handsome Negro hoy,                l9
The old House at Hlome,                2 19
The T;nboriue Shake,                   228
The iger's Serenade,                   230
Uncle Ned,                              41
Uncle Tom's gone to rest,               99
Uncle (labriel, the )arkey General,  13)
Way down in Ca-i-ro,                     9
Witching Dinah Crow,                    34
We'll have a little dance to nigh-t boys,  55
Walk in the Parlor,                     66
Wake up Nlose,                          67
What shall this darkey do ?             89
Would I were a boy again,              133
'Way down in old Car'lina,             184
White cat tile black cat,              21 8
Young Folks at Home,                    165










               POPULAR SONGS.            21

               MEDLEY SONG.

 As a sensitive coon lay sleeping one day,
   Thu sound of a wood-cutter's  'tst laa
         heard;
 So he jumped on a stump, to see what was to
         pay,
   And thus did he sing-aye, he sung like a
         hird,-
       Woodnan, spare that tree!
         Touch not a single bough,
       In youth it sheltered me,
       And I'll stick to it now.

[ard by, in a pine, sat a sober old owl,
  A fianning himself by the cold western
         breezes;
And he wore on his features a horrible scowl,
  As he sung to the zephyrs that swept througt
         the treeses :
      Blow! 0 blow ! ye gentle breezes,
      All among the flowers and treeses,
      Till you give my blood the freezes.

A skunk and a 'possum then met,
  And they shook hands and kissed, and most
        lovingly clung,
For they'd vowed years ago that they ne'er
        would forget
  One another through life; so they struck up
        and sung-




22             POPULAR SONGS.

       Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
         Anl never broujght to mind?
       Should auld acquainitance oe forgot
         In the days o' auld lang sy ne?

A fox leaped out of a thicket and played
  With his brush for awhile, in a transport of
         glue;
Then thoughtfully walked to a green forest

  When lie  at hiaiself down, andl most swee'-

       Oft in the stilly night,
         Ere slumber's chains have bound me,
       Fond memory brings a sight
         Of nice fat geese around me.

The fox, skunk, and possum, the owl and the
         coon1,
  In concert all joined to the tune of "Mull
         Brooks,''
The stars cried "1 encore I and the bright sil-
         ver moon
  Grew b 'ighter and brighter, as they sung
         without books-
      Well not go himi till mornin-o
      We'll niot go home till morning,
      \Vei1 1ot gro hollie till mnorlin-
      Till da -light doth appear.



        POPULUk SONGS.            23

DE LAST OB DE CABBAGES.

'Tis de last ob de cabbages,
  Left stauldin' alone;
Every bean-bush and 'tater-vine
  Am faded and gone.
Not a collard is standin'
  Each squash-vine am fell,
Nor reflect her soft blushes,
  Nor give smell for smell!

I'll not leave thee, lone cabbage,
  To die on the stem,
Since I've eat all the others
  I'll do you like dem:
So kindly I pull off
  The leaves from the stalk,
Since your mates oh de garden
  Am now stems, white like chalk

So quick may I follow,
  If Dinah should die!
And her eyes shut forebber,
  How dis poor darkey'd cry I
When banjos am broken,
  And collards all gone,
Oh! who den would lib in
  Dis black world alone?




POPULAR SONGS.


        JULIUS FROM1 KENTUCKY.

      Come listen 'to me while I sing
        To you my little ditty,
      Of what this darkey did to bring
        Himself into your city.
      And glad am I now to appear,
        And deem the 'casion lucky,
      For 'tis not often that you hear
        This Julius from Kentucky.
Chorus.-Oh I Kentucky-it is the land for me
         And surely I'll go there again,
         When colored men are free.

      'Twas there I used the hoe and spade
        To raise the corn and beans,
      Bacon and 'bacco too we made,
        To go to New Orleans.
      And master took me to the boat,
        A chance to me so lucky,
      For on the river all must tote
        Their plunder from Kentucky.
Chorus.-Oh! Kentucky, &c.

      In New Orleans they shut me in,
        With hundred more they say,
      Some black, some white, some large.
            some thin,
        To sell 'em all next day.



              POPULAR SONGS.             25

      i climb the barrel-jump the gate,
         And 'scape the guard so lucky;
      I go from there to New York State,
        And master to Kentucky.
 Chorus.-Oh I Kentucky, &c.

      I'm sorry now for master's loss,
        And none could feel it greater,
      For master he was half a horse
        And half an alligator.
      And now Ijoin the Christy band,
        The first, and the most lucky
      Of all the darkies in the land,
        From Orleans or Kentucky.
Ctoruis.-OlsI Kentucky, &e.



               ROSA BELL.

    Dar k ics, listen while I tell, On, &c.
    i 'my love for Rosa Bell, On, &c.
      Of dat lubly yaller gal,
      How dem niggers lubb'd her all,
      But on me her 'fections fell-
      My dearest Rosa Bell.
Chorus.-Darkies, &c.

    She said she lubb'd me dear as life, On, &c.
    She promisedshe would be my wife, On, &e.



POPULAR SOWGS.


      But massa he did send me far-
      le said that we should lub no more;
      And, oh!1 he did my Rosa sell-
      Mlly poor Rosa Bell.
Choru.-Darkies, &c.

    She pined for many a dvary Jay, On, k-;
    And massa then said I might etay, On, ki-.
      But her heart was broke--they cou-d
          not save
      My Rosa from the cola, cola grave
      And,soon the solemn sounditg kniell
      Was tolling for poor Bell
Chorus.--Darkies, &c.



PARODY-" ON OLD LONG ISLAND'S Sit
              GIRT SHORE."

  Down in Warginny's lubly state,
    Whar fust dis child did see do sun,
  Dar libs a gal wid beauty great-
    0, she's do charm oh ehery one!
  Her eyes shine like the new tin-pan;
    11cr voice am like do bugle-horn,
    And louder than a full brass-han'-
    She wakes do sun up ebery morn!I
        Boo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo-ah, hoo-ah)



              P6:-,'L.A't SONCS.        27

Chorus.-DowN- in War-iin'v's ltil)l State,
           NVIlar fnt dis ch;ld lid see de sLn,
        D Ir lihs a gal wid beaty great-
           l'hIe tkliesde shine from ehery oneI

  And when lier sweet mouf opens wide
    She nebecr cuts de buckwheat cake,
  But lets it in Je openin' slide,
    And drowtis it in a 'lasses lake I
  And den lie has a heart to feel-
    Dese eves ha) often secd her cry,
  She inh a se!itimental heel-
    When dis child danced she'd always sigh I
        Ioo, hoo, &c.
lorus.-Down in Warginny's,

  Her name am Dinah- Anna-Crow
    She blhhcred when I run from home;
  I've writ to her, to let her know
    Dat I aml here-she soon will come I
  Yah ! den how happy I shall be
    When foldedl in her lbly armis,
  No colored pe-son dat I see
    Will eber own sich shinin' charms I
        Ilno, hoo, &C.
 Chors.-Down in Warginny's &c.



28            POPULAR SONGS.

              JANE MONROE.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Hall & Son, New York.
When I lived in Louisiana, not many years
      ago,
I fell in lub wid a charming gal-her name was
      Jane TIMonroe;
Her eyes were bright as diamonds, her teeth
      were -white as snow-
De prettiest gal I ever saw was charming Jane
       Monroe.
Chorus.-But now she is far, far away,
         And I hear from her ebery day;
         Bat if she was here,
         She'd have nothing to fear,
         For the darkies all love her so gay.

The darkey traders came one day and buy my
       gal from me,
And left me all alone to mourn beneath the
       cypress tree;
It ill'd oy heart wid grief and pain to think
       she had to go;
Still I live in hopes to meet again my charming
       Jane Monroe.
 Choris.-But now she is far, far away, &e.



              POPUAIR SUNGOGS.

          NELLY WAS A LADY.
lmic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co , Now York
    Down on de Mississippi floating,
      Long time I trabble on do way,
    All night d cotton-wood a toting,
      Sing for my true lub all do day.
Chorus and Repea.-Nelly was a lady,
                     Last night she died
                   Toll do bell for lubly Nell,
                     My dark Virginny bride.

    Now I'm unhappy and I'm weeping,
      Can't tote do cotton-wood no more
    Last night while Nelly was a sleeping,
      Death came a knocking at the door.
Chorus and Repeat.-Nelly was a lady, &c.

    When I saw my Nelly in dc morning,
      Smile till she opened up her eyes
    Seem'd like dc light oh day a dawning,
      Jist 'fore do sun begin to rise.
Chorus and Rec?ea.-Nelly was a lady, &c.

    Close by dc margin oh de water,
      Whar de lone weeping willow grows.
    Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter,
      Dar she in death may find repose.
Chorus and Reea.-Nelly was a lady, &e.




30            POPULAh SONG9.

    Down in de meadow 'inong de clober,
      Walk wid my Nelly by my side
    Now all dem happy days am ober,-
      Farewell, my tiark Virginny bride
Chorus and Rcpeal.-Nelly was a lad , &c.


             JULIUS'S BRIDE.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompanhiment, published by
         WXilliam Vanderbcck. P,cw York.
    When I liv'd 'way down in ole Virginny,
    I hou-ht a colord gal for a gcuinea:
By de rollin' oh her eye, if yo. chunce to pass
      her by,
It would causi, your heart to palpitate-gib up
       de ghost-an' die I
Ch.-Den I warn all you darkies not to lub
           her,
     If you do, she will cause you to blub-
           her!
      To git out ob de way, an reiaember what
           I say-                       0
      I' e gwan to marry her myself some very
           fine dayl

     But now she's gwan for to Icave me I-
     If she does, she will cruelly deceibe oe I-
But to win her I will try, by de winkin oh de
       eV e;
If she don't consent to Marry I will go away
       an' cry;



              POPULAR SONGS.             31

    But I know dat she will not deceibe me,
    An' she is not a goin' for to leabe me;
So to hab a little fun, for de banjo I will iun,
An' I'll play dat irry tune-" Jenny, get
      your hoe-cake done I"
Ch.-Den I warn all you darkies, &c.

    One night when de moon war a besmin',
    f lay fast asleep a dreamin'
Dat de sun was shinin' bright in de middle ob
      de night,
An' de darkies had collected for to hab a little
      fight.
    When I 'woke, 0, de banjo was sonn(lin' I
    De bones through the air was aboundin' I
But bow pleasant it didi seem I I was married- -
      in a dream-
1,i de floatin' scow Virginia, on de Mississippi
      stream i

 Cl.i-Den I warn all you darkies, &e



           GINGER'S WEDDING.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment. published by
          Jacques a Brother, New York.
  Oh, pleasant de song dat I sing,
     And well I renember de day,
  When de little church bells dey (id ring,
     And de darkies were done making bay,
                    .1T



32             POPULAR SONG3.

       When the birds were at rest
       And lay snug in their nest,
And de clouds dey look'd pleasant and clear;
  Sweet Rosa was happy indeed,
Wheu to church she and Ginger did steer.
   Chorus.-When de birds were at rest, &c,

   Dey were going to be married dat day,
   And de darkies were all to be dere
   (In de little log church by de iway,)
   Wid de colored gals looking so fair,
      Den dey locked nrm in arm,
      For fear of some harm,
Dis couple went skipping along,
  And Rosa felt happy dat day,
As sho sang dat sweet nightingale song.
  Chorus.-Den dey lock'd arm in arm, &c.

  Shall I eber forget it indeed,
    How happy de darkies did look,
  When de parson he den did proceed,
    By perusing de highmonial hook.
      Den he asked lubly Rosa
      If wedded she'd be,
And take Ginger for better or wnss;
  Wid a tear and a sigh she sai(l, "e;'t
Den Ginger gib Rosa a Buss I
  Chorus.-Den he asked, &c.



POPULAR SONGS.


              MARY BLANE

              NEW VERSION.

      Oh I once I loved a yellow gal,
        I loved her as my life;
      She came from old Virginia,
        And I took her for my wife;
      We happy lived together,
        She never caused me pain;
      6'at on one cold and stormy night
        I lost my Mary Blane.
Choru.-Farewell I farewell I poor Mary Blane
        One faithful heart still thinks of you ,
        Farewell I farewell! poor Mary Blane,
        Though we ne'er shall meet again.

      I've nothing"left to live for now,
        I'm weary of my life;
      Then take and lay me gently by
        My poor heart-broken wife.
      I wander sadly through the world,
        But find my sorrow's vain;
      These tears can never hring to me
        My darling Mary Blane.
Che)rus.-FarewellI farewell! I &c.

      I huried her at dead of night,
        'Neath de persimmon tree;
      De snow was falling thick and white
        On her dcar grave and me;




U4             POPULAn SONGs.

       And often since in dreams I see
         Her well-known form again,
      As when I laid her in de grave,
         And wept o'er Mary Blane.
horus.-Farewell I farewell! &c.

      Then raise no tomb-stone on de place
         But lay me by her side;
      The hest, the kindest of her race-
         My faithful constant bride.
      I'm ready now to leave this life,
         To join her once again,
      Beneath the old persimmon tree
         Where sleeps my Mary Blane
Chorus.-Farewell farewell I &c.



        WITCHING DINAH CROW.
Kusic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Vanderbeck, New York.
      Now, darkies, I will tell you
        Ob a most unlucky fate,
      Dat happen'd to a color'd gal
        From ole Kentucky State.
      De subject of my story
        Is about one Dinah Crow,
      Wlojo was drown'd, and den found dead,
        In de ribber O-hi-o I



              POPULAR SONG             35

 s,v,)rus.-Oh, witching Dinah Crow
         Oh, witching Dinah Crow!
       Who was 4rown'd and (!en found dead,
         In de ribber 0-hi-o!

      On a bery cloudy morning,
        When the wind1 war radder high,
      Oh ! stormy war de wedder,
        And rainy war do sky !
      She got aboard de horse-boat,
        To cross the O-hi-o,
      But fell into de ribber!-
        Poor unlucky Iinahs Crow!
Chorus.-Oh, witching Dinah Crow, &c.

      De darkeys all did mourn her loss,-
        "They'd nebber see her more I',
      They got a cotton handkerchief
        Dat flotted on de shore!
      They held an inuest on the body,
        Abovc the poor gal's leath
      The verdict of the jury war,
        She drown'd-for want of breath.
Chorts.-Oh, witching Dinah Crow, &c.




POPCLA   SONO5.


             NANCY TEASE.
Music, with Piano Forte A'companiment, published by
         Wiliamn Vanderbeck, New York.
    How is you white folks, one and all?
      I'm glad to see you well;
    I've come to live with you this fall-
      It is de truth I tell.
    Wid heart and soul I'll try to please-
      It is my only joy ;
    I'll tell you of one Nancy Tease-
      She call'd ue handsome boy.
C'horus.-Oh, Nancy i oh, Nancy!
           She was Lly soul's delight I
         Her voice was like de whip-poor-wil'
           Her eyes day sparkled brigli' I

    Miss Nancy she was berry gay,
       And sprightly as de 'coon;
    She kotch a weasel fast asleep,
       A ridin' on de moon! ,
    And when de day war drawin' near,
       De stars did go to rest;
    She sleep awake all night wid fear-
       Her mind war decompress'd!
             Chorus.-Oh, Nancy, &c.

    I hab a mind to circulate
       A wedding dar will be;
    And if I do, I speculate,
       My Nancy I shall see:



              POPULAR SONGS.            37

    And wlu I marry Nancy
      I'11 introduce you all;
    We'll kick up such a merry spree,
      And gib a fancy ball!
             Chorus.-Oh, Nancy, &c.




                PARODY ON

        THE PHANTOM CHORUS.

    rom the Opera of "La Sonnambula.")

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            C. Iiolt., Jr. New York.

Look yar, sir ! As slowly comes de night,
Den d9se poor darkies am almost freezed wid
      fright
'Tis true, indeed, sar-'tis true, indeed, sarl
'Tis do debil, or some buggaboo, dat goes
      about at night I
What's dat, sir? Look yar!   Hold yer jaw I
      Just listen!
poken.-Go ahead, den I

When work am done, sar, den home we run
      sar,
For fear dis debil might be uncibil!



               POPULAR SONGS.

We all shake so, sar, from top to toe, sar,
Oh, we fear he'll come wid horns and toil-
      wid horns an' tail!

From ole Virginn each piccaninny, wid very
      long face on, wid prespiration,
Dar wool am dripping, as home dar skipping-
Afraid to poke dar noses in de dark, sar. Ill
      g- Oail,
'Tis some old cow, sar, or big bow-wow, sari
It arn t de debii, for ne's betow-
For Ginger seen him, an' dat we know I
Yes, dat I'll swear I
Oh, dear ! oh, dear me! I tink he's near me,
Whene'er de dog bark, an' 'tis at all (ark I
Our teeth dev chatter wid such a clatter,
Dat you'd link five pair of castanets was being
      play'd I
Wid nose on ground, sar, a snuffing round,
      sar;
Our ole dog Towler begins to bowl, scr;
'Tis den wid fright, sar, we all turn while, sar,
You'd tink each darkey in his shroud had just
      been laid i
Oh, dear mc! dai's him, I know I
Oh, gracious he's coming now.



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               F T1-Il-HI!

         THE BLACK SHAKER'S SONG.

HIusic, wit Piano Forte AccompRniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & Ce, New York.

    Bress dat lubly yaller gal
      De white folks call Mliss Dinah;
    Oh i pity mc, ye Shakers all
      And tell me where I'll find her;
    She's gone away to Leb'non State
    To hoe de corn and hake de cake:
    Massa says it is too late,
    Let her go to Leb'non State.
Chorus.-Fi, hi, hi, lun I dun diddle lum,
        Fi, hi, hli, ri tiddle lum I dun,
        Fi, hi, hi.

    And since she's gone and left me,
      I don't know wlhat I'll do;
    I'll buy a rcpe and drown myself,
      Dat make her mad, I know.
    She's gone away to Leh'non State,
    To hoe de corn and hake de cake
    Anl massa says it is too late:
    Let her go to L'Wno State.
Chorus.-Fi hi hi, &c.



40            POPULAR SONGB.

              KATY DEAN.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          Wm. Hall & Son, New York.
I'm deep in lub wid a colored gal dat come
      from Tennessee,
I don't know, but I guess she lubs a colored
      man like me;
De fust time dat I saw her she was walking on
       de green,              [Katy Dean."
A darkie dat was wid me says, " Dar goes Miss
Chorus.--7Oh I Katy, oh! Katy, I bid you now
               farewell,
         If ever we should meet again, a story
               I will tell.  (Repeat.)
Her eyes beamed bright as gold-dust, and her
       teeth as white as snow,
And when she raised her voice to sing 'twas
       sweeter than de crow:
 And in her lemonading waltz dat lubly form
       was seen,                    [Dean.
-My fassinating heart did burn for pretty Katy
Chorus-Oh I Katy, oh I Katy, &c.
Miss Katy's in Virginia now, as happy as can be,
But berry soon she's coming back to lib in
       Tennessee;
 And when she does come back again we'll go
       upon do green,
 And you will see a wedding wid myself and
       Katy Dean.
 Chorus.-Oh! Katy, oh! Katy, &c.



POPULAR SOIGS.


               UNCLE NED.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
      W. C. Peters, Louisville and Cincinnati.
I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle
      Ned,
  0, he died long ago,-long ago;
He had no wool on the top of his head,
  The place whar do wool ought to grow.
Chorus -Lay down the shovel and the hoe;
         Hang up the fiddle and the how;
         Fo' no more work for poor old Ned,
         He's gone where the good darkies go.

His fingers wore long like the cane in the
      brake,
  And he had no eyes for to see;
He had no teeth for to eat de hoe-cake,
  So he had to let the hoe-cake be.
Chorus.-Then lay down, &c.

One cold frosty morning old Ned died,
  Oh, the tears down iassa's face run like
      rain ;
For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground.
  ie'd neber see his like again.
Chorus.-Tben lay down, &c.



4W. POPULARU SONGS.

          OLD UNCLE EDWARD.

There formerly might have been seen an aged
       individual,
Whose cognomen was Uncle Edward;
Ile departed this life some time since, some
       tilre since;
And he had no capillary substance on the sum
       mit of his cranium,
On the place designed hy nature for the cap-
       illary to vegetAte.
                   Choru3.
Then lay down the agricnltural implements,
Allow lhe violin and'the how to be pendent
       on the wall,-
For there is no more physical energy to be
       displayed
By indigent aged Edward;
For Ile has departed to the abode designated
       by a kind Providence fbr all pious, hu-
       mane, and henevolent colored indi-
       viduals.

Uncle Edward had digits equal in longitude
       to the
Bamboo formation which springs so spon-
       taneouly on the hank of the southern
       lisl isippi,
And le had no oculars with which to observe
The beauties oif natnre
nd he had no dental formations with whce to



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MaAicate the Tndian meal cake,
Consequently he was forced to permit the
Indian meal cake to pass by with impunity.
  Chorus.-Then lay down, &c.
When Uncle Ned relinquished his hold on vi-
      tality,
His master was exceedingly grieved,
And the lachrymal poured down his cheeks
      similar to the rain from heaven,
For he knew that the old man was laid beneath
      terra firma, terra firma.
le would never have the pleasure of beholding
      the physiognomy of the aged Edwvard
      any more.
  Chorus.-Then lay down, &c


          GONE TO ALABAMA.
Mumic, with Piano Forte Acompaninent, published bj
          Jaques & Brother, New York.
    Lor' bless dat lubly yaller gal,
      De white folks (all her Dinah
    She's gone and left me,
      And I lon't know where to find her.
    Lor' bless dat lubly yaller gal,
      )e white folks call her Dinah
    Take pity on ine, darkies all,
      And tell ine where to find her.
2d voice. She's gone, and she's left you,
          For tear dat vou'd harm her,
        Shej's gone away forebber,
          For she s gone,--(t voice,) Whar ?




44            POPULAR SONGS.

Chorus.-To Alabama.
        Now she's gone and she's left you
        Because you was brack hearted;
        You nebber more will see her,
        For she's gone,-Whar ?
        To Alabama.

    Ter eves, dey shine like diamonds
      Tier lips are red as coral;
    She use,- to live on mush and milk,
      We nebber had a quarrel;
    Her voice was like de jay bird,
      'Twas sweet as any honey -
    At dancing she could beat dem all,
      For any kind of money.
2d voice. But she's gone, and she's left you,
          She had'nt time to tell you ;
        She went -id her hrudder Samnel,
          But she's gone,-(lIst voice,) Whari
 Chorus,-To Alahama.
         Now she's gone, &c.

    If ebber I meet dat gal again
      Dere's one ting I will tell her,
    She mus'n't fool her time wid me,
      But get some udder feller:
    For I am one oh dat cre sort,
      Best kind ob looli,,' ni"o-er-
    Plenty gals down iii 1c, sonJs
       dmire dis (I-rkocy' figure
 Chorus -Now she's g-ome, &c.



             POPULAR SONGS.            45

             EMMA SNOW.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment. published b
        William Hall & Son, New York.
    Way down in Alabama,
      Not very long ago,
    I knew a yaller charmer,
      And her name was Emma Snow;
    Her eyes were bright as diamonds,
      And her teeth were pearly white,
    Dey glis'ned in de darknes,
      As the stars do in the night.
Chorus.-But that happy time is over,
           I've only grief and pain;
        For I shall never, never see
          My Emma dear again.

    We nsed to go out early
      To hoe do sugar cane,
    The time did pass so cheerily
      When Emma snow was seen;
    She trab'led wid us daily,
      And oft would tell her name;
    And we danced and sung so gaily
      To the banjo's sweetest strain.
Clrus.-But that happy time is over, &c.

    Now that happy time bath sorrow,
      The day is turn'd to night;
    I lost my dearest Emma
      By the poison adder's bite.




46             POPULAR SONGQ-

     We miss'd her in do eveningr,
       And we hunted far and wide,
     And we found her in the nieadows
       Whar she sicken'd and sle died.
Chorus.---But that happy time is over, &c.



            GUM TREE CANOE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            G P. Reed K- Co., Boston.

On Tombigbee river, so bright, I waq born,
In a hit made ob husks ob de t:tll yailer corn
An' dar I first met wid my Jala so tru-,
An' I row'd her about in my Gun-tree canoe
     ChOIus.-Siging row awY, ro
             O'er do waters so blue,
             Like a feather we'll float,
             In my Gum-tree canoe.

All de day in do field do soft cottnn I ioe,
I think of my Jula, an' sing as I go
Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing, oh tie hlue,
Ai)' at night sail her round in my (uin-tree
      canoe.
    Chorus.-Singing row awny, row, ke.

Wid icy hands on do banjo, and toe on de ear,
I sing to do sound ob do riber's soft roar




P'OPULAR SONGS.


While de stnrs dey looki down on mny Jula so
       true,
An' dtuce ia her eye in my Gurm-tree en Oe.
        C/wrn.  nin mgrow away, row, '

But one night do stream bore us so far aw ay,
Dt we couldn't curn back, so We tItoUIIt we'd
      jis sta1y)
Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true
      blie,
An' it took as in tow wvid my Jaum-tree canoe.
    Chorus-Singing row away, row, &C.


THE VIRGIA ROSE-BUD; OR1; TIHE LOST
                  CHiILD.
Music, with Piano Forte Acconpaniment, pulished by
      iNfsesr. oiual, l'oa5& o.,  New \uca.
I had a bud,-'tw as in my garden growing-
  A Slip I nourisned witn a tther's care)
When othe0r d:sr&res round that plant were
      hoeing,
  A fragineat zephyr seemed to fill the air,
Oh I low I've watched that little plant while
      creepiig
  She, like her mother, all was blithe and
      gay-
One iig1t I left her on her pall(7t sleeping,
  An'i ' tile orning she was stole away.
One n1t i left "Ir on her pallet slepin,
  Aute, in tlie morning sie was stoic awai.
                    U


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48             POPULAR SONGS.

Clairus f They stole-they stole-they stole mn
Repeat.        child away I
       Oh I hear me now callinr -hear me,
bolo.        pray,
       My heart, my heart is breaking
     For my child-for my child they've stoh,
            away.
Solo-for Tyrolean echo.

Fall Chorus I hear the hoofs upom the hill,
and eept     Their footsteps growing fainter
and epeat           still.
  They stole-they stole-they stole my child
       away,
  They stole-they stole-they stole my child
       away.

And then this heart, it withered, and dejected
   Wandered through the fields, hut all in vain I
And every plant on me a snade reflected,
   My tears they flowed upon them like the
       rain,
The thunder-storm that breaks in horror o'er
       us,I
  Throws back the rainbow's bright refulgeu
       rays;
Though dark the night that now is hovering
       o'er us,
   Binging back the light of other days.
Though dark the night that now k hovering
       o'er us,
   Bringing back the light of other days.



              POPUTLAIc SONGS.          4U

Clorus- They stole-they stole--they stowo
Repeati        my child away!
     { Oh ! hear me now calling,-hear me, I
Solo.       prY
      My heart, my heart is breaking
      For my child-for my child they've stole
            away.
Solo-for Tyrolean echo.

Full Chorus I hear the hoofs upon the hill,
            d .Their footsteps growing fainter
and Repet.   ^     still.0
  They tole-they stole-they stole my child
      away l
  They stole-they stole-they stole my child
      away!



               EMMA DALE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, lond & Co. New York.

    When I was yonn- there used to dwell,
      In the Mississippi Vale,
    The prettiest gal I eber saw-
      Her name was Emina Dale.
Chorus.-Oh, Emmna dcar, Oh, Emma Dale,
           From the Mi ,sissippi vale,
         Search all the wide world over
           Tiere's none like Eimma Dale.



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    The moon did shine, the stars were bright
      The night when first we inct.
    De prettiest gal I eber saw,
      I neber will forget.
Chorus.-Oh, Emma dear, &c.

    I felt her hand within my own,
      The tear was in her eye;
    I asked her would she marry me,
      Her answer was a sigh.
Chorus.-Oh, Emma dear, &c.



         STOP DAT KNOCKING.

      AN ORIGINAL BURLESQUE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published Ir,
           C. PReed & Co., BoAon.

I once did love a yaller gal, whose name wa;
      Susy Brown,
She came from Alabama, and was the faires
      in the town;
11r eyes so bright that they shine at night,
When the moon has gone away;
She used to call this nigga up,
Just atk-re the broke of day,
With a 1 Who dat, who dat, who dat, who da
      knocking at the door."



              POPULAR SONGS.            51

 Spoken.-" Am dat you, Sam, am dat you, Sam;
 W Why, Sam, ain't you guine to luff me in ? "
    "No, vou'd better stop dat knockin' at the
          door,"-" let. me in,"
    'I Stop dat knockin' "-"let me in,"
    IStop dat knockin' "-"let me in,"
    " Stop dat knockin' "-"1 let me in,"
'AhI you better stop dat knockin' at my
      door."-" let me in,"
"Stop dat knockin', stop dat knockin', stop
      dat knockin',"
'Stop dat knockin', oh! you better stop dat
      knockin', at my door."

She was the handsomest gal dat eber I did
      see
She neber went out walkin' with any colored
      man but Tue
I took my banjo to the house, to play three
      times or more,
When I heard two or three knocks pretty hard,
      Come bang ag'in tle door.
Svoken.-With a " Who dat, who dat," &C.



52            POPULAR SONGS.

             BOWERY GALS.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Vanderbeck, New York.
As I was lumbering down de street,
           0, down de street,
           0, down de street,
Dat pretty color'd gal chanced to meet,
  0, sLe war fair to view.
                  Chorus.
Den de Bowery gals will you come out to-nignt,
           Will you come out to-night?
           Will you come out to-night?
0, de Bowery gals will you come out to-night ?
  And dance by de light ob de moon?

Den we stopp'd awhile and had some talk,
           0, we had some talk,
           0, we had some talk,
And her heel cover'd up the whole sidc-walk
  As she stood right hy me.
Chorus.-Den de Bowery gals, &c.

I'd like to kiss dem lubly lips,
          D)emn lubly lips
          Dem lubly lips,
I think dat I could I) e my wits
  And drap right on de floor.
Chorus.-Den de flowery gals, &c.
I ax'd her would she go to a dance
          Would she go to a dance,



              POPULAR SONGS.           53

          Would she go to a dance,
I thought dat I might h ave a chance
  To shake my foot wid her.
Corus.-Den de Bowery gals, &c.

I danced all night and my heel kept a rocking,
          0, oy heel kept a rocking,
          0, my heel kept a rocking,
And I halance to de gal wid a hole in her
      stocking,
  She was de prettiest gal in de room
CherMS.-Den de Bowery gals, &c.

I am bound to make dat gal my wife,
          Dat gal my wife,
          Dat gal my wife,
0, I should he happy all my life,
  If I had her along wid me.
Chlorus.-Den de Bowery gals, &c.



         THE HAUNTED WELL.
Muic, with Piano Forte Accmpaniment, published by
      Mossrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.
Gaily in the woody cove the old conk-shell did
      swell,
As de coal-black coon escaped his foe down
      hy the haunted well;
The coon lie went it all his might, through
      mud and o'er the stomp,




54            POPULAR SONGS.

tnd de darkey sped o'er heels and bead, and
      come but" against a pump.
    All around he sought dc coal black coon,
    Dat made him lose the boys so soon;
    Except himself, no other swell
    Was by the lonely haunted well.
Ch/orus.-Hab a care, don't go dar,
        For the dark maid watches near;
        For the dark maid all can hear,
        For the dark maid watches near.

The pale white catnip growing dar it frag-
      ments round did smcll,
As the darkey lay all night that day down by
      the haunted well;
A girl was dar, she stood on air, her featurei
      were so mild;
She took a horn and blow'd dese words, " Eh
      eli ! darkey, you're de child! "
    "My ebony rose my darkey pride
    Come lib wid ne and be my bride,
    Nor like a pump disgrace yoursel'
    By standing in that haunted well."
        Chorus.-Ilab a care, &c.

Down in de water she did stoop for a ring,-
      oh, what a sell I
On his finger den she placel de hoop, and del
      both slid down the well;
'Twas on dat day de coon (id stray, 'twas then
      poor Sambo fell;



              POPITAR SONS.              0i

 When darkep, netr, they often hear a voice
      cr- ont "Ail7s well !1
    At ,nidn-liht then dar forms are seen,
    Propelliln" on a Coon around de green;
    Voices are heard and conch-shells swell,
    Around that lonely haunted well
        Chorus.-IIab a care, &c.



WE'LL HAVE A LITTLE DANCE TO-NIGHT
                  BOYS.

Music, with Piano Forte Aceompaniment, published by
          Win. Hall & Son, New Y rk.
    Oh! listen to this good old tune,
      And then I'll sing anoder;
    Oh I mnassa g%an this afternoon
      To call upon his brudder;
    So, d:irkies, wait a little while,
      Till lie gets out of sight;
    We'll drop the shovel and do hoe,
      And have a little dance to-night.
Chorus.-.Well have a little dance to-night,
            boys i
            To-night, boys! to-night, boys
         Well have a little dance to-night,
            boys,
            An(: dance by the light of the m



56             0 ULAR SONGS.

    I -v 9Y)'s d'. kimbric handkerchief,
      I wgnts de beaver hat;
    Oh I hl.nd me down de high heel boots,
      Likewise de silk cravat.
    The darkies all are grinning,
      Their teeth look berry white,
    Case dere gwine ober de mountain
      To have a little dance to-night.
CA) jrus.-To have a little dance, &c.

    I rises at the hroke of day,
      To take my morning walk;
    I meets my lubly Julian,
       And dis is the way we talk.
    I says, you are my only lub,
      You are my heart's delight;
    Wont you go ober de riher,
      To have a little dance to-night.
Chorus.-We'll have a little dance, &c.


   I WISH I WAS IN OLE VARGINNY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompnniment, published by
       Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.
  I wish I was in Ole Varginny,
  Wid Dinah an de pickerniny;
  Jus sitting down to dinner off of gumbo
  For dat's de berry fing for Jumbo.
  Chorus.-Oh! Ole, Varginny am tie pIlace,boys,
         Whar a sassy nigger nebber dares to
             show his face, boys.



             POPULAR SONGS.            57

  'Tis dar de yaller gals am beautiful,
  And massa's berry kind and duti'ul;
  Dsr de rice and hominy am plenty,
  Piur nigger's stomach dar n,bber eopty.
C, ri.-Oh! Ole Varginny ama de plaea, bt vs,
        Whar dandy niggers shine on   -n-
           day wid a grace, boy5.

  Vt fair sex dar am quite bewitching;
  Fer should you ebber meet one in Ce i c V en
  You sure to feel your heart groving t-,- :er,
  When you hear her cry out, Oh I y(ju lnbly
     nigger.
' horus.-Oh I Ole Varginny am de placo, boys,
        Whar a han'somn' gal ain't 'snamed
           to look yon in de face, Loy.i.

  I wanted lubly Dinh for a wife, sar,
  But I did'nt say a word upon my life, sar;
  I rolid my eye, and ginn'd, but didn't speak,
     sar,
  And Dinah was my chum-chum in a week,
     ear.
Chorus.-Ob I Ole Yarginny am de place, boys,
        Whar you'll get a wife for sure, by
           grinning in her face, boys.



58            POPULAR SONGS.

               ROSA DEAR.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          Jaques & Brother, New York.

0, de sun dat rises in de eastern sky
  Am not more clear, am not more clear,
Dan de light dat shines from de coal-black eye
  Ob Rosa dear, ob Rosa dear.
And de sun when he sets in de yaller west,
A sighin' for de darkies to go to dere rest,
Am not more quiet dan te charcoal breast
  Ob Rosa dear, ob Rosa dear.
         Ch,)rus.-O, de sun, &c.

At night when I presses de lubly hand
   Ob Rosa dear, oh Rosa dear,
It seems she has drapt from a heavenly baiid
  In de moonlight clear, in de moonlight
       clear.
When de daylight comes, I hasten away,
For if I don't, ole massa'll say
Dat I no more shall my banjo play
   To my Rosa dear, my Rosa dear.
         Chorus.-O, de sun, &c.

 It almost makes dis darkey cry,
   To see de tear, to see de tear,
 Dat draps like a pearl from de coal-black eye
   Ob Rosa dear, my Rosa dear.



             POPULAR SONGS.             DU

Den wid my lips I brush it away,
And tell her "every one has his day,"
Oh, Lor! what sweet things I do say
  To Rosa dear, my Rosa dear.
        Corus.-O, de sun, &c.

Now, folks, I'll tell you something true,
  Wilout any fear, dat's berry clear,
Ise not going to marry Cynthia Sue-
  But Rosa dear, my Rosa dear.
And when we're married we"'l have a spree
Which we invite all de white folks to see,
How happy den dis darkey will ho
  Wid Rosa dear, his Rosa dear.
        Chorus.-O, de sun, &c.



      I'M OFF FOR CHARLESTON.
Kleeic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.

My massa an' my missus, dey both am gone
      away,
Dey gone to do Sulphur Springs do summer
      months to stay;
And while dey'r off togeder, on dis little kind
      ob spree,
I'll go down to Charleston, do pretty gals to
      see.



60            POPULAR SONGS.

                  C/orus.
I'm off for Charleston early in dc morning,
  I'm off for Charleston a little while to stay;
Give my respects to ev'ry pretty yaller gal,
  I'm off for Charleston before de broke ob day,

My Nelly waved her handkerchief when she
      seed me go,
Floating down de riber wid de old hanjo.
As I stood and gazed upon her, I wiped away
       a tear,
An' de last word I sed to her was, Far youwell,
       my dear.
  Chorus-I'm off for Charleston, &c.

It begin to rain a little, de night was very
       dark,
An' when my Nelly said "good bye," de dogs
       begin to bark,
De dog he scar't de buzzard, de buzzard scart
       de coon,
Dey all made a nigger run till next day noon.
   Chorus.-I'm off for Charleston, &c.

 De coon begin to tire, de dog he tire too,
 De nigger he got tireder, an' he didn't know
       what to do;
 De buzzard kept a flying till de chickens gin
       to crow,
 Den he came down to hear me play de of'
       banjo.
   Chorus.-I'm off for Charleston, &c.



              POPULAR SONGS.             61

Charleston is a pretty place, de gals dey kiss
      so sweet,
Dey an so slender 'bout de waist, and dress so
      bery neat;
But I'd radder kiss my.Nell, dan all de gals I
      ebber see,
'Kase her bref is like an orange-blossom
      hanging on a tree.
  Chorus.-I'm off for Charleston, &c.


          POOR AUNT DINAH.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
        Stayman & Brother, Philadelphia
  I knew an old darkey aunty once,
    She lived in Louisana;
  The white filks called her Dinah, but
    She called herself Diana.
  11er eyes were black, her tecf were white,
    Ier figure tall and slender,
    er arms were stout, her hands were tough,
    But her nigga heart was tender.
Cheorus.-Poor AuntDinah ! poor Aunt Dinah I
        Ter arms were stout, her bands were
              tough,
          But her nigga heart was tender.

  Old Aunty Dinah lived alone
    In her cabin by de river,
  Whar de niggas came, both young and old,
  Deir duty for to give her;




62            POPULAR SONGS.

  She taught 'em how to knit and spin,
    And maybe something finer;
  But doy could not make de good hoe-cake
    As good as old Aunt Dinah.
Chorus.-Poor Aunt Dinah! poor AuntDinah
         Dey could not make de good hoe.
              cake
           As good as old &unt Dinah.

  At last she died,-Aunt Dinah died,-
    She died of yaller fever,
  And mas.a laid her in her grave,
    Whar all shed tears to leave her.
  We put on black in Louisana State,
    And some in Carolina-
  A slab of pine we put at her head
    And on it we wrote-Dinah I
Chorus.-Poor Aunt Dinah I poor Aunt Dinah i
        A slab uf pine e put at her head,
          And on it we wrote-Dinah.



     COME TO DE OLD GUM TREE.

Rusic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published bj
         William Vanderbeck, New York.

  Come to de ole Gum-tree,
    Whar de coon an' de possum prance
  0, come you nigs wid me,
    An' join in de jovial dance.



            POPULAR SONGS.            63

    Solo.-De coon he is above us,
             His meat is in de tree,
          We know dat he don't lub us,
            But fond oh him are we.
Chorus.-Den come to de ole Gum-tree, &c.

Oh, de wood tn' its yaller leaves;
  Oh, de cotton plants an' flowers;
Den come you nigger wid us,
  For a merry life is ours.
    Solo.-Aronnd and above uz,
            De banjo's sweet notes,
          An' de voice oh de niggers
            Come rolling from dar throats,
Chorus,-Den come to de ole Gum-tree, &c,

Come to de ole oak-tree,
  So softly, boys, as you can,
An' we'll go to de old Gum-tree,
  An' catch dat coon if we can.
    Solo.-Dat niager plays de fiddle,
            An' I de tamborine;
          We am dehappiestset oh niggers
            Dat ebv r 'fore was seen.
Chorus.-Den come to de ole Gum-tree, &C.




U4            POPTLAR SONGS.

       OH COME, DARKIES, COM1F.
Musi , with Piano Forte Aceompaniwn,ieot, published 1,t
         W illiam Vanderbeck, New York.
Oh come, darkies, core, let us danc while no
      may,
  How sweet am de tambourine's sound;
Whv should we workthro' de longsummer dae,
  Nor dance when de night come around?
Dere's Pompey anl Dinah and Julius and Sue,
  And Crow sitting dere wid a frown;
Den come wid do baujo, de fiddle and hones,
  We'll dance till de moon am gone down.
                  Chorus.
Oh come darkies, come, let us dance while we
      may,
  How sweet am do tambourine's sound;
Why should we work tliro' de long summer (Liv,
  Nor dance when de night come around?
Repeat. Oh come, oh come, oh darkies coin,
       I Oh come, oh darkies come, oh coine.

Ole Massa's asleep and snoozing away,
  And] closed for do night is his eye
lIe will not wake up till the broke oh de day-
  Oh, (lore let do old possum lie I
Dere's Sambo and Rosy and Gumbo and Fan,
  And Snow wid his Phillisy dear;
Den come wid de banjo, do fiddle and bones,
  And (lance till de orning appear.
  Chorus.-Oh come, &c.



             POPULAR SoNGS.            65

     MASSA SOUND IS SLEEPING.
Aueic, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published bv
      Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York.
    The moon is shining bright and clear,
      The flowers are budding free,
   The coon is creeping to the corn,
     And the waves dance on the sea.
Corus.-Then haste away, my dearest Nell,
          For massa sound is sleeping;
        We'll run away and married be,
          And leave the ni-gers weeping.

   A cot within a dell we'll have,
     Where flowers bright are blooming,
   And cotton blossoms strew the earth,
     As if 'twere winter snowing.
          Chorits.-Then haste, &c.

   A bright and sunny spot we'll choose,
     Where coons and possums play;
   And when our daily labor's done,
     We'll sing and dance away.
         C/orus.-Then haste, &c.

   And while the niggers gaily dance,
     The banjoes play and ring;
   The niggers all shall merry be,
     And gaily laugh and sing.
         Chors-Then haste, &c.

                   5



be             POPULAR SONGS.

         WALK IN TIE PARLOR.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          Jaques & Brother, New York.
I'm right from old Varginny, with my head so
       full of knarledge,
I never went to free school, or any odder col,
       lege;
But I will tell you one ting, it is a certain fact
I'll git you 'scription of de world in a twinkling
       of a crack.
Ist Voice. So walk in!
2d Voice.  - Walk in!
3d Voice.  - Walk in, I say!
41A Voice. - Walk into de parlor and hear
                 de banjo play.
Choru.-Walk into de parlor and hear de
           banjo ring,
And watch de darkey's fingers while he picks
           it on de string.

Lightning is a yaller gal who libs up in do
       cloud,
Thunder is a black man, and he can holler
       loud;
When he kisses Lightning, she darts up in a
       wonder;
Ile jumps up and grabs de cloud, and dat's
      what makes it thunder.
1st Voice, &c.
       Chorus.-Walk into de parlor, &o



               POPUL11t SONGS.           87

 Noah built de ark and filled it full of sassage,
 All de odder animals took a cabin passage;
 De elephant he cum last,-Noah said, " You's
      drunk!"
 'No," says be, "1 it took me all dis time to pack
      away my trunk!"
 ist Voice, &c.
       Chorus.-Walk into de parlor, &c.

 0, Noah sent de bird out, to look for dry land,
 When he cum back, he had de banjo in his
      band;
I took up de banjo, and played 'em dis ere
      tune-
All the animals, 'cept the elephant, fell into a
      swoon.
Ist Voice, &c.
      Chorus -Walk into de parlor, &c.



             WAKE UP MOSE.

          1THE ENGINE'S COMING."
Musie, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         C. Petors & Co., Cincinnati, Ohio.
Oh, white folks, listen to my song, come listen
      to) my ditty;
I'll tell You 'bout a color'd chap, born in do
       Empire City.



es s'OPULAR SONGS.

ie used to run de machine, he was de engine
      tender;
Oh, golly! lie was some, when he got upon a
      bender!
Charus.-Oh, wake up, Mose I
           Wake up, Mose!
         Wake up, Mose! de fire is burning,
         Round de corner de smoke is curling;
         Take de rope, and keep her running!
         Fire! Fire! Fire! &c.

Oh! Mose he went to college, and says he am
      a poet;
And while de rope am good and strong, hie
      says lie's bound to go it;
Dat "Milton " went to "Paradise," and Byron
      he was witty,
But Mose lie means to 'mortalize dis same ole
      Empire City.
         Chorus-Oh, wake up, &e.

Oh i Bonaparte was de chap that went to San-
      talena,
And Billy Brutus was de man dat sarsignated
      Ceasa;
Cromwell was de Oliver that gave it to 'em
      pretty,
 And Billy Patterson was the one that named
      the Empire city
         Cllorus.-OT,1 wake up, &c.




              POPULAR SONGS.            89

Oh I Mose he went to Mexico) and dar he saw
      Santa Anna;
He took a message to do camp-'twas, "1 Zach-
      ary don't surrender! "
Says Santa, "Whar do you come from? you
      seems to be so witty?
Says Alose, "Look here, I'm one ol de hb),oy
      come from de Empire City!"
Choru.-Ohl wake up, &c.


              DOLLY DAY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         F. Di. Benteen, Uatmore, Md
    I've told you 'bout de banjo,
      Do fiddle and de bow;
    Likewise about do cotton-field,
      De shubble and do hoe;
    I've sung about do bulgine
      Dat blew do folks away;
    And now Ill sing a little song
      About my Dolly Day.
Choru.-Oh I Dolly Day looks so gay,
          I run all round and round,
        To bear her fairy footsteps play,
          As she comes o'er do ground.
                             (Repeat.)
    I like to see do clover
      Dat grows about do lane;
    I like to see do 'ba-co plant,
      I like de sugor cane;




TO            POPULAR SONGS.

    But on de old plantation
      Der's nothing half so gay,
    Der's nothing dat I love so much
      As my sweet Dolly Day.
Chorus.-Oh I Dolly Day, &c.

    When de work is over
      I make de banjo play,
    And while I strike de dulcem note%
      I tWink of Dolly Day.
    Her form is like a posy-
      De lily of de vale,
    Her voice is far de sweetest sound
      Dat floats upon de gale.
Chorus.-Oh I Dolly Day, &c.

    Massa give me money
      To buy a peck of corn;
    I'se guine to marry Dolly Day
      And build myself a barn;
    Den when I'm old and feeble,
      And when my head is gray,
    I'll trabble down de hill of life
      Along wid Dolly Day.
Chorus -Oh I Dolly Day, &c.



              POPULAR SONGS.            71

           ANGELINA BAKER.
 Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
          F. ). Benteen, Baltimore, Md.
    Way down on do old plantation-
      Dah's where I was born,
    I used to beat de whole creation
      Hoein' in de corn:
    Oh!I den I work and den I sing,
      So happy all do day,
    Till Angelina Baker came
      And stole my heart away.
Chorus.-Angelina Baker I
           Angelina Baker's gone-
         She left me here to weep a tear,
         And beat on do old jaw-hone.
                              (Repea,)
    I've seen my Angelina
      In de spring-time and do fall;
    I've seen her in do corn-field,
      And I've seen her at do ball
    And eb'ry time I met her
      She was smiling like de sun,
    But now I'm left to weep a tear
      Cayse Angelina's gone.
Choru.-Angelina Baker!I &c.

    Angelina am so tall
      She nebber sees do ground,
    She hab to take a wellumscope
      To look down on do town;



72            POPULAR SONGS.

    Angeliaa like de boys
      As far as she can see dem,
    She used to run old massa roun'
      To ax him for to free dem.
Chorus.-Angelina Baker! &c.

    Early in de morning
      Ob a lubly summer day,
    I ax for Angelina,
      And dey say, "1 She's gone away"
      don't know wha to find her,
      Cayse I don't know wha she's gone;
    She, left me here to weep a tear,
      And heat on de old jaw-bone.
Choru.-An-clina Baker, &c.



             MELINDA MAY.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published b
          F. D. Benteen, Baltimore, Md.
Lubly Melinda, come now, my dear!
  I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you;
Shut down de window, dry up de tear,
  And walk w,id Me ober do dew.
Chorus.-Lubiy Melinda, Melinda, Mfelinda,
             My seet Melinda May.
  I could work in do field and he happy al
      de day,
  If you would only smile again, my sweet
       MKelinda May!




POPULAR SONGS.


Laugh in do sunsbine, weep in de rain,
  And walk wha de lily-bud bloom,
Down in de meadow, ober do lane,-
  Oh come, my Melinda lub, come.
Chorus.-Lubly Melinda, &e

Lubly Melinda is bright as do beam;
  No snow-drop was eber more fair;
She smiles like do roses dat bloom round do
      stream,
  And sings like do birds in do air.
Clorus.-Lubly Melinda, &c.

If I was a hero, and people would fall
  Where eber I'd tell de to lie,
I'd make niy Aelinda do queen oh dem all,
  And lib on do light oh her eye.
Choru.-Lubly Molinda, &c.




            KATE LORAINE.

nsic, with Piano Forteo Acompanimernt, publihecd by
          Win. Vauderbuck, New York.

    Dere wan a lubly clbrrner,
      In ole Ca r'*Tnt a  tlt
    De prile oa ll de dlai;,,
      Aud dev etuli d hur C harno 1 Eate




                POPULAR SONGS.

    I lub'd her berry dearly,
      As I ne'er can lub again,
    For her heart was kind and gentle,
      And free from eb'ry stain.
Chorus.-Oh I I ne'er can lub anudder,
           So fond, so true again;
         I'm thine, and thine forebber,
           My charming Kate Loraine.

    We lib'd in de same cabin
      For many happy years;
    We nebber, dreamt of sorrow,
      We shed no bitter tears.
    But, oh I she went and left me
      One bright and blooming spring,
    And here alone and weeping,
      I sit me down and sing.
Chorus.-Oh I I ne'er can lob anuddei-, &C.

    But fare thee well, sweet Katy,
      Thou'rt gone, forebber gone I
    And here, alas! I wander
      All sadly and alone.
    Alone and broken-hearted,
      I wander night and day;
    Oh! how can I be happy
      When Katy's far away I
Chorus.- Oh! I ne'er can lob anudder, &C




              POPULAR SONGS.             75

     SHE SLEEPS IN THE GRAVE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
           G. P. Reed & Co., Boston.

Row oft have you asked why I never am gay,
Why my forehead is wrinkled, my hair has
      -'urned gray;
Why the friends of my heart, and the tried
      ones of years,
Have ne'er seen me smile, but oft found me in
      tears
Why I fly from your sports, and your pastimes
      pass by,
And why from my hosom I oft heave a sigh!
But listen, my friends, 'tis the last time I'll
      have
To tell of the dear one who sleeps in the
      grave!
                  Chorus
She sleeps in the grave! she sleeps in the
      grave!
Where the sweet flowers grow and the tall
      willows wave;
And the moon when she sails in the heavens
      above,
Looks sadly and cold on the tomb of my love I

Yes, alas! oh, alas! she has gone, she has
      gone!
 have none to love now I I'm alone, all alone I




POPULAR SONGS.


She was sick, and my heart said with many a
      sigh,
That Dinah, the wife of my bosom, must die!
How my heart beateth now, as her last words
      I tell:
She kissed me and said-" Fare thee well!1 01
      farewell! "
When the bright sun had sunk to his home in
      the west,
Mlly Dinah, my darling, lay dead on my breasL
Ghors.-And she sleeps in the grave I &c.



       THE DARKEY'S SERENADE.

 Music, with Piano Forte Accompniment, published by
           G. P. Reed & Co., Boston.

     Oh! come, my lovely Dinah,
       Come, hasten, love to me;
     The moon shines bright and beautiful
       Across the rippling sea.
     I love you as the stars of night,
       That shine in heaven above,
     Then come away with me this night,
       Mly best, my only love.
 rClorus,--Then come away, my Dinah, dear,
            Oh! come away with me
          For all the world is fast asleep,
            And the moon shines o'er the sea.



             POPULAR SONGS.            T1

    Oh I Dinah, dear, you know for years
      I loved you long and well,
    And now I've come this very night,
      My love for you to tell;-
    And if you do not say this night
      You love this darkey swain,
    I'll throw myself into the sea,
      And I'll never come hack again.
Chorus.-Then come away, my Dinah, &c



          JOE OB TENNESSEE.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William vanderbeck, New York.

    Dar's many nigger now-a-day,
    Dat try to imp de monkey play;
    But ob all de nigger dat you see,
    Dar's none like Joe oh Tenneasee.
Corus.-Dat you, Joe ? dat you, Joe?
         Yes,'tis Joe oh Tennessee.
                              (Repeat.)

    When I buried Rosy Lee,
    I cried tree weeks to dat degree,
    Her sister Dinah say to me,
    I lub you Joe oh Tennessee.

         Chorus.-Dat you, Joe, &c.



          POPULAR SONGS.

My Dinah she so fair, so bright,
She's black as ace of spades at night;
And when 'tis day, 'tis plain to see
She'sjust like Joe oh Tennessee.
    Chorus.-Dat you, Joe, &c.

My massa one day try to whip
Dis nigger, who gib him de slip;
Dat made him laf to dat degree,
He look like Joe ob Tennessee.
    Chorus.-Dat you, Joe, &c.

I den made up my mind to go,
T'rough all de States my jenus show
To sing and dance the banjo glee,
Dat's made by Joe oh Tennessee.
    Chorus.-Dat you, Joe, &c.

Dis nigger trabble far and wide,
Wid lubly Dinah by he side;
And on de road dey say to me,
You look like Joe oh Tennessee.
    Chorus.-Dat you, Joe, &c.

De money I hab made, I keep;
And when I'm dead and fast asleep,
My Dinah she will berry me
Wid Rosa dear, ob Tennessee.
    Chorus.-Rosa dear, Rosa dear, &c



POPULAR SONGS.


              JULIA GREEN.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Vanderbeck, New York.
    Oh I I hab been from norf to souf,
      And darkey gals I've seen
    But none did eber seem to me
      So sweet as Jul' i Green I
    She dances and she skips about,
      And cuts de pigeon wing;
    And, oh! it seems such melody,
      When she begins to sing I
Thorus.-Oh! I hab been from norf to souf,
          And darkey gal's I've seen;
        But none did eber seem to me
           So sweet as Julia Green I

    rve set and watch'd de lubly moon
      Go sliding down the sky;
    And ebery little twinkling star
      Seem'd Julia's shinin' eye.
    Oh, how I lub dis darkey gal I
      How happy hab I been,
    When neath de sweet, do heabenly smile
      Ob darlin' Julia Green I
        Chorus.-Oh I I hab been, &c.

    A pledge ob lub she'd gib to me,
      She said wid honey bref;
    I ax'd her what dat pledge should be-
      S1. sfgh'd, and said-herself!
                    y



80           PurLAR SONGS.

    1 threw my arms around her neck,
      She on my breast did lean,
    While brack-wing'd angels hober'd o'er
      Myself and Julia Green I
        Chorus.-Oh! I Ihab been, &c.



           LYNCHBURG TOWN.
Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Vanderbeck, New York.
You may talk as you will oh de good ole time,
   Of Dandy Jim and Joe;
But we am de darkies for fun and glee,
  And we sing and play de ole banjo I
                  Chorus.
And we're gwine 'long down,
And we're gwine 'long down to town,
And we're gwine 'long down to Lynchburg
      town,
To sing to de white folks down dar

We have songs to sing to le ladies fair,
   And dere names I'm gwine to tell;
 Dere is "1 Kate Loraine" and "Julia Green,")
   De " Husking Song," and "Romping Nell I'
            Chorus.-And we're gwine, &c.

 Dere is "1 Laughing Joe," dat good ole soul,
   How he lub'd his darling "Sal I"



              POPULAR SONOS.            81

Oh, he laI'd all de time when do prlestwas dare,
  Case he'd got sich a pretty brack gal.
           Chorus.-And we're gwine, &c.

I can tell you whar dese songs do grow,
  At Van Derbeck's store so fine
ITis just ober dar across de way,
  Four Hundred and Seventy-_Nine.
           Chorus.-And we're gwine, &c.



  NEGRO'S SEVEN AGES-NOT SlIAKS-
                PEARE'S.

First de picaninny what's squallin' in de lap,
Because its nigger mammy wont gib it any
      pap;
De way he kicks and hollers is a sin to human
      natur,
Till de nurse does stop his mouf wid a great
      big roast potater.
And den de rascal's sent to school wid dinner
      in his basket,
Vhich oh course he eats in no time, afore he
      does his task get;
And arter school is ober he gets fightin wid de
      boys,
And runs home, wid his eyes both black, a
      kickin' up a noise.
Den de willin falls in lub, and courts AIisQ
       Dinah Slue,



82            POPULAR SONGS

He raves and swears and tears his hair, and
      jump about Jim Crow,
'Till his daddy punches well his head; just like
      a piece oh wood;
Den he's cured oh dat, which, you must own,
      does him a deal oh good.
He can't go for a soger-cos his color, it is
      black;
So he looks for work, and arterwards he tinks
      he'll drive a back;
But do horses run away and gibs him lots oh
      trouble;
And den wid him, oh, sad to tellI busts repu-
       tation's bubble.
He can't be justice neider, as Massa Sla'Klspeare
       says,
Cos a nigger's judgment wont go down wid de
       public now-a-days,
But he raises his mouse-catchers, and goes
       cook on board a ship,
 But de biler busts, and he escapes, afore he
       went fust trip.
 Now do darkey's gettin' old-good gracious
       what'll he do?
 His head is coming from his hat, his toes press
       from his shoe;
 So he gets somo blackin' and a brush, and seti
       down on do walk,
 To black de boots; but Stars come on, and
       make him walk his chalk.
 Den he gets so old dat he can't see-his wool
       is all gray,



               POPULAR S)NCS.            83

,nd de white folks turn dere noses up and
      push him out te way,
Till he crawls into soine cellar, in tie neighbor-
      hood close by,
Looks about for a soft piece ob board, and
      lays him down to die.
By de Seben Ages ob de Nigger, white folks,
      you plainly see
How de niggor's used by all do worlkl, when a
      little up de tree.
"He'd no husinces to be nigger," ob course,
      you all will say;
But some poor folks must niggers Ic, or white
      trash rules de day.


                EULALIE
Rusic with Piano Forte accompanimnut, pablshed by
         Firth, Pond & Ce, New York.
    Blue-birds, linger here awhbile,
    O'er this sacred grassy pile,
    Sing your sweetest songs to me-
    'Tis the grave of Eulalie.
    Roses white, around her tomb
    Gently wave and sweetly bloom,
    Let your silent language be-
    "We will bloom for Eulalie."
    Streamlet, chaunting at her feet
    Mournful music, sad and sweet,
    Wake her not, she dreams of me
    'Neath the yew tree, Eulalie



           THEL

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      ]FISHER & BROTHER,
No. 8S oUiJt ;IX T11 STREETi', PHILADELPHIA;
   64 BIALTI'MOREB STREET, BA LTIMORE;
   74 CHIATHLAM STRFET, NEW YORK;
      71 Co)URT STREETl. BOISTON.



S4             POPULAR SONGS.

    Eulalie, but yesternight,
    Came a spirit veiled in white;
    I knew it could be none but thee,
    Bride of Death, lost Eulalie.

    Angels, guard her with your wings
    Shield her from unholy things,
    Bid her dream love-dreams of me,-
    Till I come, sleep, Eulalie !
    Blue-birds, linger here a while,
    O'er this sacred grassy pile,
    Sing your sweetest songs to me-
    'Tis the grave of Eulalie.



    MASSA'S IN THE COLD GROUND.
 *lc, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
          Firth 11ond & Co., New York.
    Round the meadows am a ringing
      The darkies' mournful song,
    While the mocking-bird is singing,
      Happy as the day is long.
    Where the ivy is a creeping
      O'er the grassy mound,
    There old massa is a sleeping,
      Sleeping in the c d, cold ground.
C'horus.-Down in the corn-field
           Hear that mournful sound;
        All the darkies are a weeping-
           Massa's in the cold, cold ground



               POI'MhR SONGS             85

     When the autumn leaves were falling,
       When the days were cold,
     Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
       'Cause he was so weak and old.
     Now the orange tree is blooming
       On the sandy shore,
     Now the summer days are coming,
       Massa never calls no more.
 Chorus.-Down in the corn-field, &c.
    Massa made the darkies love him,
      He always was so kind,
    Now they sadly weep above him,
      Mourning, for he leave them behind.
    I cannot work before to-morror,
      So many tear-drops flow,
    I try to drive away my sorrow
      Picking on the old banjo.
 Chorn-Down in the corn-field, &c.

                ELLA REE.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
        Roddon & Steward, Philadelphia.
    Oh Ella Ree so kind and true
      In the little churchyard lies,
    Her grave is bright with drops of dew,
      But brighter were her eyes.
    Then carry me back to Tennessee,
      There let me live and die,
    Among the fields of yellow corn,
      And the land where Ella lie.
Choru.-Carry me back to Tenneisee, &c.



86            POPULAR SONGS.

    Her pretty eyes and gentle form,
      Methinks I yet can see,
    I love the spot where she was born
      Way down in Tennessee.
    Then carry me hack to Tennessee,
      There let me live and die,
    Among the fields of yellow corn,
      And the land where Ella lie.
Chorus.-Carry me hack to Tennessee, &c.

    Thc summer moon will rise and set.
      And the night-hirds trill their lay,
    And the possum and coon so softly step,
      Round the grave of Ella Rec.
    Then carry me hack to Tennessee,
       There let me live and die,
    Among the fields of yellow corn,
       And tse land where Ella lie.
Ghorus.-Carry me hack to Tennessee, &c



      I'LL THROW MYSELF AWAY.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by
             Hail & Son, New York.
  Now, ladies, your attention !
     I've got a song that's new,
  And I guess I just will mention,
     I intended it for you ;
  For when I see them ruby lips
     And bright eyes turn'd this way,



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  I feel so good I'd like to take
    And trow myself away.
Chorus.-Oh yes, I love the white folks so,
          I'll serve them night and day,
        And if I could bnt please them, why
          I'd throw myself away.

  I've seen tile beanties of the South,
    Likewise the East and West,
  And thought this was a happy land,
    By such dear angels blest
  But when I saw the New York helles,
    That promenade Broadway,
  I gosh, I thonght that I should take
    And throw myself away.
Chorus.-Oh yes, I love the white folks so, &c.

  The yellow girls il the Southern States,
    Are sometimes very neat,
  The Creoles too, in iNew Orleans,
    Do look so very sweet -
  But the New York yellow girls to dress
    So 4 gallus," neat, and gay,
  I think if one will marry me,
    I'll chuck myself away.
 horuts.-Oh yes, I love the white folks so, &v.

 Now, gemmen, I've a word for you,-
    You hucks, of course, I mean,-
  I think you are the luckiest chaps
    That ever I have seen;




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  With such dear charmers by your side,
    To steal your hearts away,
  I golly, I think if I was you.
    I'd throw myself away.
Chorus.-Oh yes, I love the white folks so, &c.




      THE OLD FOLKS ARE GONE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
            Hall & Son, New York.

  Far, far in many lands I've wander'd,
    Sadly and lone,
  Mfy heart was ever turning southward,
    To all the dear ones at home
  Here, after all my weary roaming,
    At early dawn,
  I've come and find the cot still standing,
    But, oh, the OLD FOLKS are gone.
Chorus.-Here I wander sad and lonely,
           In the dear old home,
        Those that I loved so well and fondlp
           All, all the old folks are gone.

  Here's where I frolic'd with my brother
    Under the tree,
  Here's where I knelt beside my mother,
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  Still sing the little birds as sweetly,
    At night and morn,
  Still runs the little brook as fleetly,
    But 0, the old folks are gone.
Chorus.-Here I wander sad lonely, &c.

  Down where the old banana's waving,
    They're laid to rest,
  Where Swance's peaceful water's laving
    The green turf o'er their breast;
  But there's a home I know, wbere parting
    Never can come;
  Oh, for that home I must be starting,
    There's where the old folks are gone.
Chorus.-Hecre I wander sad and lonely, &C.




   WHAT SHALL THIS DARKEY DO?

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
             Hall & Son, New York.

Oh when I was a little dark' I used to live at
      ease,
I used to peel the taters, and I used to shell
      the peas :
But when I older grew I went to work on the
      plantation,
Where this laent wold lr:w the tears from
      all the ("arkey wtlon.



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                   Chiortsm
What shall this darkcey do ? what shall this
       darkev do ?
I'd like to leave this cotton work and be a
       gemman too.

L got aboard a steamboat, and I travell'd night
       and day,
And I landed in a city that they told me was
       Broadway,
Where the lamps they woulTnt shine, 'cause
       the ladies eyes so bright,
 So they put the stars in candlesticks about the
       streets at night.
 Chorus.-What shall this darkey do? &c.

 One night I went into the street, and there I
       saw the moon
 A spinning round upon a house put up in a
       balloon,
 The people's faces in the lig,ht, 'cording to my
       inspection,
 Were just as shiny as if they had got a re-elec-
       tion.
 fhorus.-Wlhat shall this darkey do? &c.

 I saw a dandy pair of boots a standing in the
        street,
 But no one seemed to want them, so I puttbem
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And then I got a bran new bat with a very
      shinin" crown,
Thinks I, " My friend, you've surely got the
      freedom of the town."
Chorus.-What shall this darkey do ? &c.

They took ne to a gentleman, who sent me to
      a college,
Where I got an edlucation in various sorts ot
      knowledge -
I learned to make and pick a lock, I learned
      to make a shoe,
And I used to boil the homony when I'd
      nothing elle to do.
                  Chorus.
What shall this darkey do? what shall this
      darkey do?
He's got his Sing Sing learned, and he's a
      gemman too.



              OH I LE MUEL

Music, with Piano Forte AccompanimeLt, published ,,
            F. D. Benteen, Batbore.

    Ohl ..erfue, my lark,
      Ohl! Lemuel, my beau,
    I's going to give a ball to-night,
      I'd hav'e yOu for to know;



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     But if you want to dance,
     Just dance outside the door*
     Because your feet so very large,
     They'll cover all the floor.
Oh I Lem i Lem I Lem I Lemuel, I say,
Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the
      boys away.
Chorus.-Go down to the cotton-field,
           Go down, I say!I
         Go down and call the darkie boys all:
           We'll work no more to-day.

    Uh! Lemuel, my hope,
      Oh! Lemuel, my joy,
    I'll tell you who'll he at the ball,
      My woolly-beaded boy.
    There's Nelly Bly, you know,
       And Juliana Snow ;
     rhere's Cane-brake Kitty likes the boys,
     And shell he sure to go.
Oh I Lein !LenI Lem ! Lemuel, I say,
Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the
      boys away.
CjIorus.-Go down to the cotton-field, &o.

    Oh i Lemuel * tall,
      Oh ! Lemu4 is fair,
    Oh i Lemuel has gone to-day
      To take the morning air.
    He makes the fiddle hum,
      He makes the banjo tum,




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     ie rattles on the old jaw-hone,
       Alnd beats upon the drum.
 Oh I Lem ! Lemn! Lein Lemuel, I say,
 Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the
       boys away.
 Chorus-Go down to the cotton-field, &c.



            HITHER WE COATE.

Music, with Piano Forte Accompaniment, published by
         William Vanderbeck, New York.

"Hither we come at old Massa's will
And whether in the cane-brake, in cotton field,
      or mongst the corn,
Our labor we forsake at sound of Alassa's horn,
"Hither we go, his wish to fulfil."
Keep silence, darkies, and attention pay, to
      what I have to say,
And thank your kind old Massa, for to-day he
      give you a holiday.
Laugh and he gay, the bones and fiddle play
      upon the green,
And, Massa Pompey, mind your tamborine.
                  Chorus.
Long live ol( Kassa, from him neer we'll part,
Pride.of this darkey's heart.
Long we'll romain to tote in the grain.
Hoe the corn night and morn, and work away
      so smart.