. e 1 1 ' ' O M 4} ^ PL, fi 1 -*vCS PUBLISHED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OP E. P. CHRISTY, . 4OTHOR OP "IUCY LONG," " TALLER GALS," "OH, MR. COON," "LUO| NEAL*," "SNOW DROP ANN," "THE NEGRO GENERAL," " FAREWELL LADIES," &C. &C. &C. I ORIGINATOR OF ETHIOPIAN MINSTRELSY, AND THE FIRST TO HARMONIZE NEGRO MELODIES, FISHER & BROTHER, No. 15 NORTH SIXTH STREET, PHILADELPHIA; No. 74 CHATHAM STREET, NEW YORK; No. 71 COURT STREET, BOSTON; 62 BALTIMORE ST., BALT. 1854 / (?&*,& a^ Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1851, \q FISHER & BROTHER, to the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. ClpISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES, The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, publis Messrs. Firth, Pond &/ Co., New York. Way down upon tne Swanee ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere's wha de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation, Sadly I roam ; Still longing for de old plantation, Ar>d for de old folks at home. CAorus. All de world am sad and dreary, Ebry where I roam ; Oh ! darkeys, how my heart grows weary t Far from de old folks at home. All round de little farm I wandered, When I was young 5 Den many happy days I squandered, Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder Happy was I ; Oh ! take me to my kind old mudder, Dere let me live and die. All de world am sad and dreary, &c. 8 * CHRISTY'S * > , * ..., k c*v r One little hut among de^bushes, One.dat I love, Still sadly to my memory rushes. No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a humming, All round de comb! When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home ? Chorus. All de world am sad and dreary, &c. Oh ! Boys, Carry Me 'long." "~t> Ths music, with piano-forte accompaniment, pi**^isbed Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Oh ! carry me 'long; Der's no more trouble for me I's guine to roam In a happy home, Where all de 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 de sugar-cane grow Chorus. Oh! boys, carry me 'longj Carry me till I die: Carry me down To de buryin' groun'. Massa, don't you cry. All ober de land I've wander'd many a day, PLANTATION MELODIES. 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. Chorus. Oh ! boys, carry me 'long, &c. Farewell to de boys, Wid hearts so happy and light 5 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 hills, De meadows covered wid green, Old brindle boss And de old grey hoss All beaten, broken, and lean. Farewell to de dog Dat always followed me round ; Old Sancho'll wail And droop his tail, When I am under de ground. Chorus. Oh ! boys, carry me 'long, &c. 10 CHRISTY'S Nelly Ely, The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Nelly Ely! Nelly Ely! bring de broom along; Well sweep de kitchen clean, my dear, and hab a little song. Poke de wood, my lady lub, and make de fire burr,; And, while I take de banjo down, just gib de mush a turn. Chorus. Heigh! Nelly, ho! Nelly, listen lub to me; I'll sing for you, play for you, a dulcem melody. Nelly Ely hab a voice like de turtle-dove, I hears it in de meadow and I hears it in de grove ; Nelly Ely hab a heart warm as cup of tea, And bigger dan de sweet potato down in Tennessee Chorus. Heigh ! Nelly, ho ! &c. Nelly Ely shuts her eye when she goes to sleep. When she wakens up again her eye-balls gin to peep ; De way she walks, she lifts her foot, and den sho brings it down, And when it lights der's music dah in dat part ob de town. Chorus. Heigh ! Nelly, ho ! &c. Nelly Ely! Nelly Ely! nebber, nebber sigh Nebber bring de tear-drop to de corner ob youi eye; ^For de pie is made ob punkins, and de mush is made ob corn, And der's corn and punkins plenty lub, a lyhv in da barn. Chorus. Heigh ! Nelly, ho ! &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 11 Way Down in Ca-i-ro. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Oh ! ladies, don't you blush, when I come out to play; I only mean to please you all, and den I's guine away. Chorus. I hear my true lub weep, I hear my true lub sigh, Way down in Ca-i-ro dis nigga's guine to die. Sometimes de nigga's life is sad, sometimes his life is gay j When de work don't come too hard, he's singin 1 all de day. Chorus. I hear my true lub we-ep, &c. Now we libs on de fat ob de land, now we libs on de lean ; When we hab no cake to bake, we sweep de kitchen clean. Chorus. I hear my true lub weep, &c. Massa bought a bran new coat and hung it on do wall ; Dis nigga's guine to take dat coat, and wear it to de ball. Chorus. I hear my true lub weep, &o. All de ladies in de land, and all de gemmen too, Are gone to hear de darkey band and see what dey can do. Chorus. I hear my true lub weep. 12 CHRISTY'S Dolcy Jones. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published fey Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Oh ! ladies, don't you wonder, When I again appear : I've just been ober yonder, To see my Dolcy dear ; For Dolcy steps so lightly Among de bricks and stones, Her eyes dey shine .so brightly, Oh! dadda, D' D' Dolcy Jones t Chorus. Bye, bye, my darling ! Sleep to de rattle ob de bones Slumber till morning, My lubly Dolcy Jones I Oh ! when I go a-courting, I ride thro' mud and rain; I ieabe de old hoss snorting At de corner ob de lane, I find my Dolcy weeping, And charm her wid de bones Bye'n bye I Ieabe her sleeping, Oh! dadda, D' D' Dolcy Jones! Chorus. 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 ; For de yard is paved wid cinder, And de house is built ob stones, And a head is at de window, Oh ! dadda, D' D ? Dolcy Jones I Chorus. Bye, bye, my darling! &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 13 Ring, Ring de Banjo! The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published bjr Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York De time is nebber dreary If the darkey nebber groans ; De ladies nebber weary Wid de rattle ob de bones : Den come again, Susanna, By de gas-light ob de moon : We'll turn de old piano, When de banjo's out ob tune. Chorus. Ring, ring de banjo ! I like dat good old song ! Come again, my true lub, Oh! wha you been so long? Oh ! nebber count de bubbles While dere's water in de spring-, De darkey hab no troubles While he's got dis song to sing De beauties ob creation Will nebber lose der charm, While I roam de old plantation Wid my true lub on my arm Chorus. Ring, ring de banjo, Sec. 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 lub him all de harder, I'll go away no more. Chorus. Ring, ring de banjo, &c. 2 14 CHRISTY'S Early in de morning Ob a lubly summer day, My massa send me warning He'd like to hear me play. On de banjo tapping, I come wid dulcem strain ; Massa fall a napping He'll nebber wake again. Chorus. Ring, ring de banjo, &c. My lub, I'll hab to leab you While de ribber's running high; But I nebber can deceibe you So don't you wipe your eye. 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. Ring, ring de banjo, &c. My Brodder Gum. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. White folks, I'll sing for you, Nuffin else to do ; Spend my time a pickin on de banjo Hay ! Brodder Gum. Chorus. My Brodder Gum, My Brodder Gum so fair, All de yaller galls runnin round, Try to get a lock ob his hair. PLANTATION MELODIES 16 Hard work all de day, . Hab no .lime to play; Berry fine time a diggin in de cornfield- Hay ! Brodder Gum. Chorus. My Brodder Gum, &c. Tudder arternoon, I thought I saw de moon : Saw my true lub comin through the canebrako Hay ! Brodder Gum. Chorus. My Brodder Gum, &c. Went, one berry fine day, To ride in a one-horse sleigh ; Hollo'd tx) de old hoss comin through de toll-gate Hay! Brodder Gum. Chorus. My Brodder Gum, &c. > Camptown Races, or Gwine to Run All Night. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Benteen, Baltimore, Md. De Camptown ladies sing dis song Doo-dah { doo dah! De Camptown race-track five miles long Oh, doo d ah-day! I come down dah wid my hat caved in Doo-dacv doo-dah ! I go back home wid a pocket full of tin Oh, Joo* dah-day ! Chorus. Gwinn to run all night ! Gw" ^ to run all day ! 16 CHRISTY'S I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag Somebo-dy bet on de bay. Bet my money on de bob-tail nag Somebo-dy bet on de bay. De long-tail filly and de big black boss Doo-dah, doo-dah ! Dey fly de track, and dey both cut across Oh, doo dah-day ! De blind boss sticken in a big mud-hole Doo-dah, doo-dah ! Can't touch bottom wid a ten-foot pole Oh, doo dah-day ! CAoru*. Gwine to run all night ! &c. Old muley cow come on to de track Doo-dah, doo dah! De bob-tail fling her ober his back Oh, doo-dah- day! Den fly along like a rail-road car Doo-dah, doo dah! Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star Oh, doo-dah- day! Clwrus. Gwkie to run all night ! &c. See dem flyin on a ten-mile heat Doo-dah, doo dah! Round de race -track, den repeat Oh, doo-dah- day! I win my money on de bob-tail nag Doo-dah, doo dah! I keep my money in an old tow-bag Oh, doo-dah- day! Chorus. Gwine to run all night ! &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 17 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, For I'm raid on de shelf. Chorus. Den gadder round ye darkey crew ' The tale I oft have sung I'll sing again again to you, Ob days when I was young. De morn ob life was full ob joy ; I climb'd de ole gum-tree, Or listen 'd to de oft-told tales, Beside my mudders knee. I chased de coon; I poled de raftj De possum was my prize A smile den wreathed my fader's \ips, Dough tears war in his eyes. Chorus. Den gadder round, &c. I loved a color'd gal, and she Was bound to me tro' life; And round my fire were gadder'd soon My children and my wife. But Def, alas ! come dar, and took De ones I lub de best; And leffno tie to comfort me, Or calm my aching breast. Chorus. Den gadder round, &c. 2* 18 CHRISTY'S Now years have past my youth am gone j 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. CJiorus. 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. The darkey may sing at his work, Or dance at de close ob de day ; Wid de fiddle or banjo and bones, Drive every sharp sorrow away. He may lay in de shade ob de trees, And snooze, and be dreamin ob bliss. Den talk not ob far distant lands, For none can be equal to dis. Chorus. Hurrah, &c. De stars dat shine ober our heads Are transposed to our banner so bright, And diffuse o'er our broad happy land Their purest and steadiest light ; PLANTATION MELODIES. . 19 And under their influence meet De buckra and darkey so gay ; And when our tunes fall on your ear. Your care is all driven away. Chorus. Hurrah, &c. There is room for all who will come j The alien can here rest in peace ; And the one who has suffer'd the most, Will find all his sufferings cease. And talent and virtue may come, Borne here by the favouring sails, And listen, as oft as they please, To this great band ob dark nightingale*. Chorus. Hurrah, &c. Old Aunty Brown. Old aunty Brown is feeble now, Her 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 ! 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, 20 CHRISTY 7 S Yet one by one her days depart, Unknown to care or need. The paint is all worn off the chair That she has had 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 Bible o'er. Medley Song. As a sensitive coon lay sleeping one day, The sound of a wood-cutter's hatchet he heard ; So he jumped on a stump, to see what was to pay, And thus did he sing, aye, he sung like a bird, Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough, In youth it sheltered me, And I '11 stick to it now. Hard by, in a pine, sat a sober old owl, A fanning himself by the cold western breezes ; And he wore on his features a horrible scowl, As he sung to the zephyrs that swept through the treeses : Blow ! blow ! ye gentle breezes, All among the flowers and treezes, Till you give my blood the freezes. A skunk and a 'possum then met, And they shook hands and kissed, and most lovingly clung, PLANTATION MELODIES. 21 For they'd vowed years ago that they ne'er would forget One another through life ; so they struck up and sung Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot In the days o' auld lang syne ? A fox leaped out of a thicket and played With his brush for awhile, in a transport of glee j Then thoughtfully walked to a green forest glade, When he sat himself down, and most sweetly sang he 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 coon, In concert all joined to the tune of " Mool Brooks," The stars cried "encore !" and the bright silver moon Grew brighter and brighter, as they sung without books We'll not go home till morning, We'll not go home till morning, We'll not go home till morning, Till daylight doth appear. De last ob de Cabbages. ^is de last ob de cabbages, Left standin' alone ; Every bean-bush and 'tater-vine Am faded and gone. CHRISTY'S* Not a collard is standing 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 ob de garden Am now stems, white like chalk I So quick may I follow, If Dinah should die ! And her eyes shut forebber. How dis poor darkey 'd cryi When banjos am broken, And collards all gone, Oh ! who den would lib in Dis black world alone ? Julius from 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. PLANTATION MELODIES. 23 Choi us. Oh! 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. 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! 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 I join the Christy band, The first, and the most lucky Of all the darkies in the land, From Orleans or Kentucky. -Jhorus. Oh ! Kentucky, &c. 24 CHRISTY'S Rosa Bell. Darkies, listen while I tell, Ou, &c, Of my love for Rosa Bell, Ou, &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. 5iie said she lubb'd me dear as life, Ou, &c. 'She promised she would be roy wife, Ou, &s, But massa he did send me far He said that we should lub no more j And, Oh ! he did my Rosa sell My poor Rosa Bell. Cl torus. Darkies, &c. She pined for many a dreary day, Ou, &c. And massa then said I might stay, Ou, &c. But her heart was broke they could not eavs My Rosa from the cold, cold grave ; And soon the solemn sounding knell Was tolling for poor Bell. Chorus. Darkies, &c. Parody "On Old Long Island's Sea-gin Shore." Down in Wargmny's lubly State, Whar fust dis child did see de sun, Dar libs a gal wid beauty great 0, ehe's de charm ob ebery one I PLANTATION MELODIES. 25 Her eyes shine like de new tin-pan ; Her voice am like de bugle-horn, And louder than a full brass-ban'- She wakes de sun up ebery morn ! Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo-ah, hoo-ah ! Chorus. Down in Warginny's lubly State, Whar fust dis child did see de sun, Dar libs a gal wid beauty great- She takes de shine from ebery one ! And when her sweet mouf opens wide She neber cuts de buckwheat cake, But lets it in de openin slide, And drowns it in a 'lasses lake ! And den she has a heart to feel Dese eyes hab often seed her cry ; She lubs a sentimental heel When dis child danced she'd always sigh I Hoo, hoo, &c. Chorus. Down in Warginny's, &c Her name am Dinah- Anna Crow; She blubbered when I run from horn? I've writ to her, to let her know Dat I am hereshe soon will come ! Yah ! den how happy I shall be When folded in her lubly arms ! No coloured person dat I see Will eber own sich shinin charms I Hoo, hoo, &c. Chorus. Down in Warginny's, &c. 26 CHRISTY'S Jane Monroe. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Win. Hall & Son, New York. When I lived in Louisiana, not many years ago, I fell in lub wid a charming gal her naiv.e was Jane Monroe ; 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: But 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 fill'd my heart wid grief and pain to think she had to go ; Still I live in hopes to meet again my charming Jane Monroe. Chorus. But now she is far, far away, &c. Nelly was a Lady. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Fund & Co., New York. Down on de Mississippi floating, Long time I trabble on de way All night de cotton-wood a toting, Sing for my true lub all de day. PLANTATION MELODIES 27 Chorus and Repeat. Nelly was a lady, Last night she died ; Toll de bell for lubly Nell, My dark Virgirmy bride. Now I'm unhappy and I'm weeping, Can't tote de cotton- wood no more; Last night, while Nelly was a sleeping, Death came a knocking at de door. Chorus and Repeat. Nelly was a lady, &c. When I saw my Nelly in de morning Smile till she opened up her eyes. Seem'd like de light ob day a dawning, Jist 'fore de sun begin to rise. Chorus and Repeat. Nelly was a lady, &c. Close by de margin ob de water, Whar de lone weeping willow grows, Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter, Dar she in death may find repose. Chorus and Repeat. Nelly was a lady, &c. Down in de meadow 'mong de clober> Walk wid my Nelly by my side ; Now all dem happy days am ober, Farewell, my dark Virginny bride. Chorus and Repeat. Nelly was a lady, &c. 28 Julius' Bride. The music, witn piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. Vanderbeck, New York. When I liv'd 'way down in ole Virginny, I bought a colored gal for a guinea ; By de rollin' ob her eye, if you chance to pass her by, It would cause your heart to palpitate gib up de ghost an' die ! Ch. Den I warn all you darkies not to lub her , If you do, she will cause you to blub-ber ! So git out ob de way, an' remember what I say Ise gwan to marry her myself some very fine day! But now she's gwan for to leave me ! If she does, she will cruelly deceibe me! But to win her I will try, by de winkin' ob de eye ; If she don't cons-ent to marry, I will go away an' cry ! 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 run, An' Hi play dat merry tune -" Jenny, get your hoe-cake done !" Ch. Den I warn all you darkies, &c. One night when de moon war a beaming I lay fast asleep a drearnin' Dat de sun was shinin' bright in de middle ob do night, An' de darkies had collected for to hab a little fight. When I 'woke, O, de banjo was s'nmdin ! De bones thro* de air was a boundin'l , But how pleasant it did seem ! I was married in q dream In de floatin' scow Virginia, on de Mississippi stream ! Ch. Den I warn all you darkies, &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 29 Ginger's Wedding. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Jaques & Brother, New York Oh, pleasant de song dat I sing, And well 1 remember de day. When de little church bells dey did ring, And de darkies were done making hay; When de birds were at rest, And lay snug in their nest, And de clouds dey look'd pleasant and clear ; Sweet Rosa was happy indeed, When 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 way,) Wid de colored gals looking so fair. Den lock'd arm in arm, For fear of some harm, Dis -couple went skipping along, And Rosa felt happy dat day, As she sang dat sweet nightingale song. Chorus. Den 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 book. Den he asked lubly Rosa If wedded she'd be, And take Ginger for better or wuss ; Wid a tear and a sigh she said, " Yes j w Den Ginger gib Rosa a buss ! Chorus. Den he asked, &c. Mary Blane. NEW VERSION. Oh ! once I loved a yellow ga_, 1 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 ; But on one cold and stormy night I lost my Mary Blane. Chorus. Farewell ! farewell ! poor Mary Blane ; One faithful heart still thinks of you. Farewell ! farewell ! poor Mary Blane, Tho' 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 bring to me My darling Mary Blane. Chorus. Farewell ! farewell ! poor Mary Blane, &c. I buried her at dead of night, 'Neath the persimmon tree ; De snow was falling thick and white On her dear grave and me, 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 Biane. Chorus. Farewell! farewell! poor Mary Diane, &c PLANTATION MELODIES. 3 1 Then raise no tomb-stone on de p]ace, But lay me by her side ; The best, 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 ! poor Mary Blane, && Witching Dinah Crow. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. 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 rny story Is about one Dinah Crow, Who was drown'd, and den found dead, In de ribber 0-hi-o ! Chorus. Oh, witching Dinah Crow ! Oh, witching Dinah Crow ! Who was drown'd, and den found dead, In de ribber O-hi-o ! On a bery cloudy morning, When the wind war radder higl, Oh, stormy war de wedder, And rainy war de sky ! 32 CHRISTY 7 S She got aboard de horse-boat, To cross de 0-hi-o, But fell into de ribber I Poor, unlucky Dinah Crow ! Chorus. Oh, witching Dinah Crow, &c% De darkies all did mourn her loss " They'd neber see her more !" They got a cotton handkerchief Dat floated on de shore ! They held an inquest on the body, About the poor gal's death : The verdict of the jury war, She drown'd for want of breath! Chorus. Oh, witching Dinah Crow, &o. Nancy Tease. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Win. Vanderbeck, New York. How is you white folks, one and all ? I'm glad to see you well ; I've come to live wid you dis 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 me handsome boy. Chorus Oh, Nancy! oh, Nancy! She was my soul's delight! Her voice was like de whip-poor-will Her eyes dey sparkled bright 1 PLANTATION MELODIES. 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. &e I hab a mind to circulate A wedding dar will be; And if I do, I speculate, My Nancy I shall see : And when I marry Nancy Tease, IM1 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. (From the Opera of " La Sonnambula") The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by C. Holt, Jr., New York. Look yar, sir ! As slowly comes de night, Den dese poor darkies am almost freezed wid fright 'Tis true, indeed, sar 'tis true, indeed, sar ! 'Tis de debil, or some buggaboo, dat goes about a' night ! What's dat, sir? Look yar ! Hold yer jaw! Just listen ! Spoken. Go ahead, den ! 34 CHRISTY'S When work am done, sar, den home we run, sar, For fear dis debil might be uncibil ! We all shake so, sar, from top to toe, sar, Oh, we fear he'll come wid horns and tail wid horns an' tail ! From ole Virginny 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. I'll go bail, 'Tis some old cow, sar, or big bow-wow, sar! It arn't de debil, for he's below For Ginger seen him, an r dat we know ! Yes, dat I'll swear! Oh, dear! oh, dear me! I tink he's near me, Whene'er. de dog bark, an' 'tis at all dark! Our teeth dey chatter wid such a clatter, Dat you'd tink five pair of castanets was being play'd! Wid nose on eround, sar, a snuffing round, sar, Our ole dog Towler begins to howl, sar; 'Tis den wid fright, sar, we all turn white, sar, You'd tink each darkey in his shroud had just been laid! Oh, dear me ! dat's him, I know ! Oh, gracious, he's coming now ! Fi - Hi - Hi ! THE BLACK SHAKER'S SONG. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Bress dat lubly yaller gal De white folks call Miss Dinah ; Oh ! pity me, ye Shakers all, And tell me where I'll find herj PLANTATION MELODIES. 35 She's gone away to Leb'non State, To hoe de corn and bake de cako , Massa says it is too late, Let her go to Leb'non State. Chortts. Fi, hi, hi, lum I dum diddle lum, Fi, hi, hi, ri tiddle lum i dum, Fi, hi, hi. And since she's gone and left me, I don't know what I'll do ; I'll buy a rope and drown myself: Dat make her mad, I know. She's gone away to Leb'non State, To hoe de corn and bake de cake ; And massa says it is too late : Let her go to Leb'non State. Chorus. Fi, hi, hi, &c. Katy Dean. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published By Win. Hall &. Son, New York. I'm deep in lub wid a cdlor'd gal dat come froiK. Tennessee, I dont know, but I guess she lubs a color'd man like me ; De fust time dat I saw her she was walking on do green, A darkie dat was wid me says, "Dar goes Miss Katy Dean." Vhorus. Oh ! Katy, oh ! Katy, I bid you now farewell, If ever we should meet again, a story I wil/ tell. (Repeat.) 36 CHRISTY'S Her eyes beam'd bright as gold-dust, and her teeth as white as snow, And when she rais'd her voice to sing 'twas sweeter than de crow j And in her lemonading waltz dat lubly form wai seen, My fascinating heart did burn for pretty Katy Bean. Chorus Oh 1 Katy, oh ! Katy, &c. Miss Katy's in Virginia now, as happy as can be, But bery soon she's coming back to lib in Tennessee ; And when she does come back again we'll go upon de green, And you will see a wedding wid myself and Katy Dean. Chorus. Oh ! Katy, oh ! Katy, &c. tlncle Ned. ~ The mriaic, with piano-forte accompaniment, published bjr W. C. Peters, Louisville and Cincinnati. I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Nid, 0, he died long ago, long ago ; He had no wool on the top of his head, The place whar de wool ought to grow. Chords. Lay down the shovel and the hoe ; Hang up the fiddle and the bow ; Fo' no more work for poor old Ned, He's gone where the good darkies go. PLANTATION MELODIES. 37 His fingers were 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 massa's face run like rain j For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground, He'd neber see his like again. Chorus. Then lay down, &c. Old Uncle Edward. There formerly might have been seen an aged colored individual., Whose cognomen was uncle Edward ; He departed this life some time since, some time since ; And he had no capillary substance on the summit of his cranium, On the place designed by nature for the capillary to vegetate. Chorus. Then lay down the agricultural implements, Allow the violin and the bow to be pendent on the wall, For there is no more physical energy to be displayed By indigent aged Edward ; For he has departed to the abode designated by a kind Providence for all pious, humane, and benevolent colored individuals. 4 38 CHRISTY'S Uncle Edward had digits equal in longitude to the Bamboo foi ma ti on which springs so spontaneously on the bank of the southern Mississippi, And he had no oculars with which to observe The beauties of nature ; And h had no dental formations with which to Masticate the Indian meal cake, Consequently he was forced to permit the Jndian meal cake to pass by with impunity. Chorus. Then lay down, &c. When uncle Ned relinquished his hold on vitality, His master was exceedingly griev d, And the lachrymal poured down his cheeks similar to the rain from heaven, For he knew that the old man was laid beneatU terra firma, terra firma. He would never have the pleasure of beholding the physiognomy of the aged Edward any more. Chorus. Then lay down, &c. Gone to Alabama. Che music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Jaques &. Brother, New York. Lor' bless dat lubly yaller gal, De white folks call her Diuah ; She's gone and left me, And I don't know where to find her. Lor' bless dat lubly yaller gal, De white folks call her Dinah; Take pity on me, darkies all, And tell me where to find her. PLANTATION MELODIES. 39 Id voicis. She's gone, and she's loft you, For fear dat you'd harm her, She's gone away forebber, For she's gone, (ls voice,) Wharf Chorus. To Alabama. Now she's gone and she's left you, Because you war brack hearted ; You nebber more will see her, For she's gone, Whar ? To Alabama. Her eyes, dey shine like diamonds Her lips are red as coral ; She used to live on mush and milk, We nebber had a quarrel ; Her voice was like de jay bird, 'Twas sweet as any honey j At dancing she could beat dem all, For any kind of money. %d voice. But she's gone, and she's left yon* She had n't time to tell you ; She went wid her brudder Samuel, But she's gone, (1st t*Jce,) Wharf Chorus. To Alabama. Now she's gone, &c. If ebber I meet dat gal again, Der's one ting I will tell he>', She mus'nt fool her time wid 10. But get some udder feller : For I am one ob dat ere sort, Best kind ob lookin' nigger Plenty gals down in de south Admire dis darkey's figure Chortu Now she's gone, &c. 40 CHRISTY'S Emma Snow. Tbe music, with piano-forte accompaniment published Win. Hall & Son, New York Way down in Alabama, Not very long ago, I knew a yellow charmer, And her name was Emma Snow j Her eyes was bright as diamonds, And her teeth was perly wjjite, Dey glisned in de darkness, As the stars do in the night,. Chorus. But that happy time is over, I've only grief and pain j For I shall never, never see My Emma dear again. We used to go out early To hoe de sugar cane, The time did pass so cherily When Emma Snow was seen; She trabled wid us daily, And oft would tell her rp.rr.e ; And we danced and sung so gaily To the banjo's sweetest strain. Chorus. But that happy time is over, &c. Now that happy time hath sorrow, The day is turn'd to night; I lost my dearest Emma By the poison adder's bite. We miss'd her in de evening, And we hunted far and wide, And we found her in the meadows, Whar she sicken'd and she died. Chorus. But that happy time is over, &c. PLANTATION ME^DIES. 41 Gum Tree Canoe. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published bj G. P Reed t Co., Boston. On Tombigbee river, so bright, I was born, In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller cornj An' dar I first met wid my Jula so true, An' I row'd her about in my Gum-tree canoe. Chorus. Singing row away, row, O'er de waters so blue, Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum-tree canoe. All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe, I think of my Jula, an' sing as I go j Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue, An' at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe. Chorus. Singing row away, row, &c. Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar ? I sing to de sound ob de riber's soft roar; While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true, An* dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe. Chorus. Singing row away, row, &c. it one night de stream bore us so far awajp$%> >at we couldn't cum back, so we thought we'd jig staf, *h, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue, :\n' it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe. Chorus. Singing row away, row, &c. 42 The Vii giiifa Rose-Bud ; or, The Lost Child. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published- by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. I had a bud, 'twas in my garden growing A slip I nourished with a father's care ; When other darkies round that plant were hoeing. A fragrant zephyr seemed to fill the air. Oh ! how I've watched that little plant while creeping She, like her mother, all was blithe and gay One night I left her on her pallet sleeping, And in the morning she was stole away. One night I left her on her pallet sleeping, And in the morning she was stole away. CJiorus C They stole they stole they stole my child Repeat. (_ away ! ~ , f" OhJ hear me row calling, hear me, I pray, (_ My heart, my heart is breaking For my childfor my child they've stole away Solo for Tyrolean echo. Full Chorus { I hear the hoofs upon the hill, and Repeat. > Their footsteps growing fainter still. They stole they stole they stole my child away They stole they stole they stole rny child away . And then this heart, it withered, and dejected Wandered through the fields, but all in vairil And every plant on me a shade reflected, My tears they flowed upon them like the rain The thunder-storm that breaks in horror o'er us, Throws back the rainbow's bright refulgent rays- Though dark the night that now is hovering o'er us, Bringing back the light of other days. PLANTATION MELODIES. 43 * Though dark the night that now is hovering o'er us, Bringing back the light of other days. Chorus J They stole they stole they stole my child Repeat. } away ! ~ , ( Oh ! hear me now calling, hear me, I pray, t 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, md Repeat. ( Their footsteps growing fainter still. They stole they stole they stole my child away! They stole they stole they stole my child away ! Emma Dale. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co., New York. When I was young, there used to dwell, In the Mississippi vale, The prettiest gal I eber saw Her name was Emma Dale. Chorus. Oh, Emma dear, Oh, Emma Dale, From the Mississippi vale, Search all the wide world over There's none like Emma Dale. The moon did shine, the stars were bright, The night when first we met, De prettiest gal I eber saw, * I neber will forget. Ehorus. Oh, Emma dear, &c. 44 CHRISTY'S * 1 felt her hand with 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. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by G. P. Reed & Co., Boston. I once did love a yaller gal, whose name was Susy Brown, She came from Alabama, an-d was the fairest in the town ; Her eyes so bright that they shine at night, When the moon has gone away ; She used to call this nigga up, Just afore the broke of day, With a " Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat knock ing at the door." Spoken. " Am dat you Sam, am dat you, Sam ; " Why, Sam, ain't you guine to luff me in ?" "No, you'd better stop dat knockin' at the door," "let me in," " Stop dat knockin' "- " let me in," "Stop dat knockin'" "let me in," " Stop dat knockin' " " let me in," " Ah ! you better stop dat knockin' at my door," " let me in," u Stop dat knockin', stop dat knockin', stop dat knock- in'," * Stop dat knockin', oh ! you better stop dat knockin 1 at my door." PLANTATION MELODIES. 45 She was the handsomest gal dat eber I did see She neber went out walkin' with any colored mar. but me ; I took my banjo to the house, to play three times or more, When I heard two or three knocks pretty hard, Come bang agin the door Spoken. With a, "Who dat, who dat," &c. Bowery Gals. The music, with piano-forie accompaniment, published by Wm. Vanderbeck, New York. As I was lumbering down de street, O, down de street, O, down de street, Dat pretty colord gal I chanc'd to meet, 0, she war fair to view. Ch. Den de Bowery gals will you come out to-night, 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, O, we had some talk, And her heel cover'd up the whole side-walk, As she stood right by me. Ch. Den de Bowery gals, &c. I'd like to kiss dem lubly lips, Dem lubly lips, Dem lubly lips, 46 CHRISTY'S I think dat I could lose my wits, And drap right on de floor. Ch. Den de Bowery gals, &c. I ax'd her would she go to a dance, Would she go to a dance, Would she go to a dance, I thought dat I might have a chance To shake my foot wid her. Ch. Den de Bowery gals, &c. I danc'd all night and my heel kept a rocking, O, my heel kept a rocking, O, my heel kept a rocking, And I balance to de gal wid a hole in her stocking, She was de prettiest gal in de room. Ch. 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 be happy all my life, If I had her along wid me. Ch. Den de Bowery gals, &c. The Haunted Well, Tha music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. 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 by th* haunted well j PLANTATION MELODIES. 47 The coon he went it all his might, thro' mud and o'er the stump, And de darkey sped o'er heels and head, and coma butt against a pump. All round he sought de coal-black coon, Dat made him lose the boys so soon j Except himself, no other swell Was by the lonely haunted well. Chorus. Hab a care, don't go dar, For the dark maid watches near; For the dark maid all can hear, For the dark maid watfhes near. / The pale white catnip growing dar its fragments round did smell, As the darkey lay all night that day down by the haunted well ; A girl was dar, she stood on air, her features were so mild ; She took a horn and blow'd dese words, "Eh ! eh! darkey, you're de child !" "My ebony rose, my darkey pride, Come lib wid me and be my bride, Nor like a pump disgrace yoursel' By standing in dat haunted well." Chorus. Hab a care, &c. Down in de wate -she did stoop for a ring oh, what a sell ! On his finger den she placed de hoop, and dey both slid down the well : 'Twas on dat day de coon did stray, 'twas then poor Sambo fell ; When darkeys near, they often hear a voice cry out "All's well!" At midnight then dar forms are seen, Propelling on a coon around de green j Voices am heard and conk-shells swell, Around that lonely haunted well. Chorus. Hab a care, &c. 48 CHRISTY'S We'll have a little Dance to-night, Boys. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Win. Hall & Son, New York. Oh ! listen to this good old tune, And then I'll sing anoder; Oh ! massa gwan this afternoon To call upon his brudder : So, darkies, wait a- little while, Till he gets out of sight ; We'll drop de shovel and de hoe, And have a little dance to-night. Cfwrus We'll have a little dance to-night, boys! To-night, boys ! to-night, boys ! We'll have a little da.nce to-night, boys, And dance by the light of the moon I wants de kimbric handkerchief, . ' I wants de beaver hat ; Oh ! hand 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. Chorus. To have a little dance, ecc. I rises at the broke of day, To take my morning walk ; I meets my lovely Julian. And dis is the way we talk, says, You are my only lub, You are my heart's delight; Won't you go over de riber, To have a little dance to-night * Chorus. We'll have a little dance, c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 49 I wish I was in Ole Vargmny. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, 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 gumbOj For dat's de berry ting for Jumbo. Chorus. Oh ! Ole Varginny am de place, boys, Whar a sassy nigger nebber dars to show his face, boys. 'Tis dar de yaller gals am beautiful, An massa's berry kind and dutiful ; Bar de rice an hominy am plenty, Poor nigger's stomach dar nebber empty. Chorus. Oh ! Ole Varginny am de place, boys, Whar dandy niggers shine on Sunday wid a grace, boys. De fair sex dar am quite bewitching; For should you ebber meet one in de kitchen, You sure to feel your heart a growing bigger, When you hear her cry out. Oh ! you lubly nigger Chorus. Oh ! Ole Varginny am de place, boys, Whar a hansom gal arn r t 'shamed to look y in de face, boys. I wanted lubly Dinah for a wife, sar, But I did n't say a word upon my life, sar ; I rolTd my eye, and grinn'd, but did n't speak, sal An Dinah was my chum chum in a week, sar. Chorus, Oh ! Ole Varginny am de place, boys, Whar you'll get a wife for sure, by grinning in her face, boys. 5 50 CHRISTY'S Rosa Dear. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published fcf Jaques & Brother, New York. 0, de sun dat rises in de eastern sky Am not more clear, am not more clear, Da\ de light dat shines from de coal-brack 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 de charcoal breast Ob Rosa dear, ob Rosa dear. Chorus. O, de sun, &c. At night when I presses de lubly hand Ob Rosa dear, ob Roea dear, It seems she has drapt from a heavenly band In de moonlight clear, in de moonlight clear. When de daylight cornes, I hasten away, For if I don't, ole massa '11 say Pat I no more shall my banjo play To Rosa dear, my Rosa dear. Chorus. 0, 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-brack eye Ob Rosa dear, my Rosa dear. 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 Chorus. O, de sun, &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 51 Now, folks, I'll tell you something true, Widout any fear, dat's berry clear, I's-e not going to marry Cynthia Sue But Rosa dear, my Rosa dear. And when we're married we'll have a spree, Which we invite all de white folks to see, How happy den dis darkey will be Wid Rosa dear, his Rosa dear. Chorus. 0, de sun, &c. I'm off for Charleston. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Messrs. Firth, Poud & Co., New York. My massa an my missus, dey both am gone away, Dey gone to de Sulpher Springs de summer months tb stay ; An while dey'r off togeder, on dis little kind pb spree, I'll go down to Charleston, de pretty gals to see. Chorus. I'm off for Charleston early in de 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 ribber wid de old banjo. As I stood and gazed upon her, I wiped away a tear, An de last word I sed to her was, Far you well, my dear. Chorus. I'm off for Charleston, &c. 52 CHRISTY'S 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 be 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 did n't know what to do; De buzzards kept a flying till de chickens gin to crow, Den he carne down to hear me play de old banjo Chorus. I'm off for Charleston, &c. Charleston is a pretty place, de gals dey kiss so sweet, Dey am so slender 'bout de waist, and dress so bery neat ; But I'd rudder kiss my Nell, dan all de gals I ebber see, Kase her breff is like *n orange-blossom hanging on a tree. Chorus. I'm off for Charleston, &c. Poor Aunt Dinah. Fhe music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Stagman & Brother, Philadelphia. I knew an old darky aunty once, She lived in Louisiana; The white folks call'd her Dinah, but She call'd herself Diana. PLANTATION MELODIES. 53 Her eyes wer-e black, her teef were white, Her figure tall and slender, Her arms were stout, her hands were tough, But her nigga heart was tender. Chorus. Poor Aunt Dinah! Poor Aunt Dinah! Her arms were stout, her hands 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 eld, Deir duty for to give her; She taught 'em how to knit and spin, And maybe something finer; But dey could not make de good hoe-cake As good as old Aunt Dinah. CJiorus. Poor Aunt Dinah ! Poor Aunt Dinah ! Dey could not make de good hoe-cake As good as old Aunt Dinah. At last she died, Aunt Dinah died, She died of yaller fever, And massa laid her in her grave, Whar all shed tears to leave h*r. We put on biack in Louisiana State, And some in Carolina; A slab of pine we put at her head And on it we wrote Dinah ! Chants. Poor Aunt Dinah ! Poor Aunt Dinah . A slab of pine we put at her head, And on it we wrote Dinah. 54 CHRISTY'S Come to de Ole Glum Tree. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, pui/libhert by Wm. Variderbeck, New York. Come to ds ole Gum-tree, Whar de coon an' de possum prance j 0, come you nigs wid me, An' join in de jovial dance. Solo. De coon he is above us, His meat is in de tree, We know dat he don't lub us, But fond ob him are we. Chorus. Den come to de ole Gum-tree, &c. Oh, de wood an' its yaller leaves ; Oh, de cotton plants an' flowers; Den come you nigger wid us, For a merry life is ours. Solo. Around and above us, De banjo's sweet notes, An' de voice ob 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 ole Gum-tree ; An' catch dat coon if we can. Solo. Dat nigger plays de fiddle. An' I de tamborine ; We am de happiest set ob niggers Dat eber 'fore was seen. Chorus. Den come to de ole Gum-tree, &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 56 Oh Come, Darkies, Come. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. Vanderbeck, New York. Oh come, darkies, come, let us dance while we may, How sweet am de tambourine's sound ; Why should we work thro' de long summer day, Nor dance when de night cornes around ? Dere's Pompey and Dinah and Julius and Sue, And Crow sitting dere wid a frown j . Den come wid de banjo, de fiddle and bones, We'll dance till de moon am gone down Clwrus. Oh come, darkies, come, let us dance while we may, How sweet am de tambourine's sound ; Why should we work thro' de long summer day, Nor dance when de night comes around ? !0h come, oh come, oh darkies come, Oh come, oh darkies come, oh come. Ole Massa's asleep and snoozing away, And clos-ed for de night is his eye ; He will not wake up till the broke ob de day Oh, dere let de old possum lie ! Dere's Sambo and Rosy and Gumbo and Fan, And Snow wid his Phillisy dear; Den come wid de banjo, de fiddle and bones, And dance till de morning appear. Chorus. Oh come, &c. Repeat. < ( JMassa sound is Sleeping. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by 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. 56 CHRISTY'S Chorus. Then haste away, my dearest Nell, For rnassa sound is sleeping; We'll run away and married be, And leave the niggers 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. Chorus. Then haste, &c. A bright and sunny spot we'll choose, Where coons and possums play ; And when our daily labour's done, We'll sing and dance away. Chorus. Then haste, &c. And while the niggers gaily dance, The banjos play and ring ; The niggers all shall merry be, And gaily laugh and sing. Chorus. Then haste, &c. ^^_ Walk in the Parlour. / The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Jaques & Brother, New York. 'm right from old Varginny, with my head so full of knarledge, i never went to free school, or any odder college ; 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, PLANTATION MELODIES. 67 1st Voice. So walk in ! 2d Voice. Walk in! 3d Voice. Walk in, I say ! 4th Voice. Walk into de parlour, and hear de. banjo play. Chorus. Walk into de parlour, 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 de clouds, Thunder is a brack man, and he can holler loud ; When he kisses Lightning, she darts up in a wonder ; He jumps up and grabs de clouds, and dat's what makes it thunder. 1st Voice, &c. Chorus. Walk into de parlour, &c. 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 !" k< No," says he, " it took me all dis time to pack away my trunk!" 1st Voice, &c. Chorus. Walk into de parloui, &c. l\ Noah sent de bird out, to look for dry land When he cum back, he had de banjo in his hand ; I took up de banjo, and played 'em dis ere tune All the animals, ? cept the elephant, feU into a swoon. 1st Voice. &c. Chorus. Walk into de parlour, &c. 58 Wake up, Mose! "THE ENGINE'S COMING." The music, with piano-forte accompanirm nt, published by W. C. Peters & Co., Cincinnati, Ohio. Oh, white folks, listen to my song, come listen to my ditty; I'll tell you 'bout a colour'd chap, born in de Empire City. He used to run de machine, he was de engine tender ; Oh, golly ! he was some, when he got upon a bender ! Chorus. Oh, wake up, Mose! 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, he says he's bound to go it ; Dat "Milton" went to "paradise," and Byron he was witty, But Mose he means to 'mortalize dis same ole Empire City. Chorus. Oh, wake up, &c. . Oh ! Bonaparte was de chap that went to Santalena, And Billy Brutus was de man dat sarsigenated Ceasa; Cromwell was de Oliver that gave it to 'em pretty, And Billy Patterson was de one that named the Empire City. Chorus. Oh, wake up, &c. . PLANTATION MELODIES. 59 Oh ! Mose he went to Mexico, and dar ha saw Santa Anna ; He took a message to de camp 'twas, "Zachary don't surrender!" Says Santa, u Whar do you come from? you seems to be so witty ?" Says Mose, " Look here, I'm one ob de b'hoys come" from de Empire City !" Chorus. Oh, wake up, &e, Dolly Day. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Benteen, Baltimore, Md. I've told you 'bout de banjo, De riddle and de bow ; Likewise about de cotton-field, De shubble and de hoe ; x I've sung about de bulgine Dat blew de folks away; And now I'll sing a little song About my Dolly Day. Charv*. Oh ! Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round, To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes o'er de ground. (Repeat.) I like to seo de clover Dat grows about de lane ; I like to see de 'bacco plant, I like de sugar cane j SO CHRISTY'S But on de old plantation Der's nothing half so gay, Der's nothing dat I love so much As my sweet Dolly Day. Zkorus. Oh ! Dolly Day, &c. When de work is over I make de banjo play, And while I strike de dulcem notes, I think 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. Zlwrut. Oh ! 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! Dolly Day, &e. Angelina Baker. Che music, with piano-forte accompaniment, publisbad fcj F. D. Benteen, Baltimore, Md. . Way down on de old plantation Dah's where I was born, I used to beat de whole creation Hcein' in de corn : PLANTATION MELODIES. 61 Oh! den I work and den I sing So happy all de day, Till Angelina Baker came ' And stole my heart away. Chwus. Angelina Baker ! Angelina Baker's gone She left me here to weep a tear, And beat on de old jaw-bone. (Repeat] I've seen my Angelina In de spring-time and de fall ; I've seen her in de corn-field, And I've seen her at de ball ; And eb'ry time I met her She was smiling like de sun, But now I'm left to weep a teai Cayse Angelina's gone. Chorus. Angelina Baker ! &c. Angelina am so tall She nebber sees de ground, She hab to take a wellumscope To look down on de town ; Angelina like de boys As far as she can see dem, She used to run old massa round 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 " She's gone away"- I dont know wha to find her, Cayse I don't know wha she's gone., She left me here to weep a tear, And beat on de old jaw-bone. Chorus. Angelina Baker. &c. 6 02 CHRISTY'S Me li n da May* The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Benteeu, 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 wid me ober de dew. Chorus. Lubly Melinda, Melinda, Melinda, My sweet Melinda May. I could work in de field and DC happy all de day, If you would only smile again, my sweet Melinda May! Laugh in de sunshine, weep in de rain, And walk wha de lily-bud bloom, Down in de meadow, ober de lane, Oh come, my Melinda lub, come. Chorus. Lubly Melinda, &c. Lubly Melinda is bright as de beam, No snow-drop was eber more fair She smiles like de roses dat bloom round de stream, And sings like de birds in de air. Chorus. Lubly Melinda, &c. If I was a hero, and people would fall Where eber I'd tell dem to lie, I'd make my Melinda de queen ob dem ail, And lib on de light ob her eye. Chorus. Lubly Melimla, &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. Kate Loraine. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment published by Wm. Vanderbeck, New York. Dere was a lubly charmer, In ole Car'Iina State, De pride of all de darkies, And dey call'd her charming Kate. 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. Chums. Oh ! 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 ! she went and left me One bright and blooming spring, And here alone and weeping, I sit me down and sing. CAorus. Oh ! I ne'er can lub anudder, &c. But fare thee well, sweet Katy, Thou'rt gone, forebber gone! 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! Chorus. Oh ! I ne'er can lub anudder, &o. 64 CHRISTY 7 S She Sleeps in the Grave. Tne music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by G. P. Reed & Co., Boston. How oft have you asked why I never am gay ! Why my forehead is wrinkled, my hair has turned 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 bosom 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 hea vens above, Looks sadly and cold on the tomb of my love ! Yes, alas ! oh, alas ! she has gone, she has gone ! [ have none to love now ! I'm alone, all alone ! 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! O! farewell!" When the bright sun had sunk to his home in the west, My Dinah, my darling, lay dead on my breast. Chorus. And she sleeps in the grave ! &c. PLANTATION MELODIES 66 The Darkey's Serenade. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by G. P. Reed & Co., Boston. Oh ! come, my lovely Dinah, Come, hasten, love, to rne ; 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, My best, my only love. Charu9. 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. Oh ! Dina, 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 ne'er come back again. Chorus. Then come away, my Dinah, &e. Joe ob Tennessee. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. 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 ob Tennessee. 6* 66 CHRISTY'S Chorus. Dat you, Joe ? dat you, Joe ? Yes, 'tis Joe ob Tennessee. (Repeat.) When I buried Rosa Lee, I cried tree weeks to dat degree Her sister Dina say to me, I lub you, Joe ob Tennessee. Chorus. Dat you, Joe, &c My Dina she so fair, so bright, She's black as ace of spades at mgnt; And when 'tis day, 'tis plain to see She's just like Joe ob Tennessee. Chorus. Dat you, Joe, &c My massa one day try to whip Dis nigger, who gib him de slip ; Dat make him laff to dat degree, He look like Joe ob Tennessee. Choi us. Dat you, Joe, &c. I den made up my mind to go, Trough all de States my jenus show To sing and dance the banjo glee, Pat's made by Joe ob Tennessee. Chorus, Dat you, Joe, &c Dis nigger trabble far and wide, Wid 1'ably Dina by he side ; And on de road dey say to me, You look like Joe ob Tennessee. Chorus. Dat you, Joe, &c. PLANTATION MELODIES. 67 De money I hab made, I keep ; And when I'm dead and fast asleep, My Dina she will berry me Wid Rosa dear, ob Tennessee. Chorus. Rosa dear, Rosa dear, &c. Julia Green* The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published by Wm. Variderbeck, New York. Oh ! I hab been from norf to souf, And darkey gals I've seen ; But none did eber seem to me So sweet as Julia Green.! She dances and she skips about, And cuts de pigeon wing ; And, oh ! it seems such melody, When she begins to sing! Chorus. Oh ! I hab been from norf to souf; And darkey gals I've seen; But none did eber seem to me So sweet as Julia Green I I've sat 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 ! How happy hab I been, When neath de sweet, de heab^nly smile, Ob darhn Julia Green! Chorus. Oh! 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 She sigh'd, and said hersef! I 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 ! Chorus. Oh ! I hab been, &c, Lynchburg Town. The music, with piano-forte accompaniment, published fry Win. Vanderoeck, New York. You may talk as" you will ob 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 ! Chorus. And we're gwine 'long down, /Ind we're gwine long down to town, ind we're gwine long down to Lynchburg to ftj o sing to de white folks down dar I PLANTATION MELODIES. 69 We have songs to sing to de ladies fair, And dere names I'm gwine to tell; Dere is " Kate Loraine" and * Julia Green, * De "Husking Song" and 'Romping Nell*" Chorus. And we're gwine, &c. Dere is " Laughing Joe," dat good ole soul, How he lub'd his darling " Sal !" Oh, he lafF'd all de time when de priest was dai, 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 Derbeek's store so fine ; 4 Tis just ober dar across de way, Four Hundred and Seventy-Nine. CJiorus. And we're gwine, &c. Negro's Seven Ages Not Shakspeare'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. A.nd den de rascal 's sent to school wid dinner in hi basket, Which ob course he eats in no time, afore he doe his task get ; nd arter school is ober, he gets fightin wid de boys, 70 CHRISTY'S And runs home, wid his eyes both black, a kickin up a noise. Den de willin falls in lub, and courts Miss Dinah Slue. He raves and swears and tears his hair, and jump about Jim Crow, 'Till his daddy punches well his head, jist like a .* piece ob wood ; ;Den he's cured ob dat, which, you must own, does him a deal ob good. He can't go for a soger cos his colour, it is black ; So he looks for work, and arterwards he tinks he'll drive a hack ; . But de horses run away and gib him lots ob trouble ; And den wid him, oh, sad to tell ! busts reputation's bubble. He can't be justice neider, as Massa Shakspeare 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, ana ne escapes, afore he went fust trip. Now de darkey 's gettin old good gracious, what '11 he do? His head is coming from his hat, his toes press from his shoe ; So he gets some blackin and a brush, and sets down on de walk, To black de boots ; but Star 's come on, and make him walk his chalk. Den he gets so old dat he can't see his wool is all gray, ,And de white folks turn dere noses up, and push him out de way, 'Till he crawls into same cellar, in de neighborhood close by, Looks about for a soft piece ob board, and lays him down to die. PLANTATION MELODIES. 71 By de Seben Ages ob de Nigger, white folks, yon plainly see How de nigger 's used by all de world, when a little up de tree. K He'd no business to be nigger," ob course, you all will say; But some poor folks must niggers be, or white trash rules de d*y. i WHOLESALE AND RETAIL MUSIC WAREHOUSES, FIRTH, POND & CO., No. 1 Franklin Square, New York, DEALERS IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISS t WM, HALL & SON, No. 239 Broadway, New York, * DEALERS IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE. G. P. BEED & CO., No. 17 Tremont Row, Boston. DEALERS IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE. F. D. BENTEEN, Baltimore, Md. DEALER IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE. JAQUES & BROTHER, No. 385 Broadway, New York, DEALERS IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE, WM. VANDERBECK, No. 479 Broadway, New York, DEALER IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE. WM. C. PETERS, Cincinnati, Ohio, DEALER IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE, OLIVER DITSON, No. 115 Washington St., Boston, DEALER IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISE. STAYMAN & BROTHER, No. 160 Chesnut St., Phila., Successors to E. L.WALKEB, DBALEBS IN MUSICAL MERCHANDISX, (72) CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. (No. 2.) Eulalie. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond &, Co., New York. Blue-birds, linger here awhile, O'er this sacred grassy pile, Sing your sweetest songs to me 'T is 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 ! 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! (7) CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 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, ""terS^ Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co., Ne,w York. Bound 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 cold, cold ground, Chorus. Down in the corn-field Hear that mournful sound ; All the darkies are a weeping Massa's in the cold, cold ground. 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. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. I cannot work before to-morrow, So many tear-drops flow, I try to drive away my sorrow Picking on the old banjo. Chorus. Down in the corn-field, &c. Ella Kee. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Roddon and Stewart, Philadelphia. x 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. Chorus. Carry me back to Tennessee, c. 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 back to Tennessee, There let me live and die, Among the fields of yellow corn, And the land where Ella lie. Chorus. Carry me back to Tennessee, &c. The summer moon will rise and set, And the night-birds trill their lay, And the possum and coon so softly step, Kound the grave of Ella Ree. 10 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Then carry me back to Tennessee, There let me live and die, Among the fields of yellow corn, And the land where Ella lie. Chorus. Carry me back to Tennessee, &c. I'll Throw Myself Away. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by H&H and 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, I feel so good I 'd like to take And throw myself away. Chorus. Oh yes, I love the white folks so, I '11 serve them night and day, And if I could but please them, why I 'd throw myself away. I 've seen the beauties 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 belles, That promenade Broadway, I gosh, I thought that I should take And throw myself away. Chorus. Oh yes, I love the white folks so, &c. The yellow girls in the Southern Statr- - Are sometimes very neat, The Creoles too, in New Orleans, Do look so very sweet; CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 11 But the New York yellow girls do dress So " gallus," neat, and gay, I think if one will marry me, I'll chuck myself away. Chorus. Oh yes, I love the white folks so, &c. Now, gemmen, I've a word for you, You bucks, of course, I mean, I think you are the luckiest chaps That ever I have seen; 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 HaU and Son, New York. Far, far in many lands I 've wander'd, Sadly and lone, My 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 fondly 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, From care and sorrow free; 12 CHRISTIES PLANTATION* MELODIES. 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 and lonely, &c. Down where the old banana's waving, They're laid to rest, Where Swanee's peaceful water 's laving The green turf o'er their breast; But there 's a home I know, where parting Never can come ; Oh, for that home I must be starting, There 's where the old folks are gone. Chorus. Here I wander sad and lonely, &c. What Shall This Darkey Dot Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hall arid 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 plan tation, Where this lament would draw the tears from all the darkey nation. Chorus. What shall this darkey do? what shall this darkey do? 1 'd like to leave this cotton work and be a geiumuu too. , I got aboard a steamboat, and I travell'd night and day, And I landed in a city that they told me was Broad way, CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 13 Where the lamps they wouldn't 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 light, 'cording to my inspec tion, Were just as shiny as if they had got a re-election. Chorus. What 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 put them on my feet, And then I got a bran new hat with a very shining crown, Thinks I, " My friend, you 'i?e surely got the freedom of the town." Chorus. What shall this darkey do ? &c. They took me to a gentleman, who sent me to a college, Where I got an education in various sorts of know ledge ; 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 else to do. Chorus. What shall this darkey do ? what shall this darkey do ? He 's got his Sing Sing learning, and he 's a gemnian too. 14 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Oh ! Lemuel ! Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by P. D fieiiteen, Baltimore. Oh ! Lemuel, my lark, Oh ! Lemuel, my beau, t I 's going to give a ball to-night, I'd have you for to know; But if you want to dance, Just dance outside the door; Because your feet -so very large, They '11 cover all the floor. Oh ! Lena ! Lem ! Lem ! 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 ! Go down and call the darkie boys all : We '11 work no more to-day. Oh ! Lemuel, my hope, Oh! Lemuel, my joy, I'll tell you who'll be at the ball, My woolly-headed boy. There 's Nelly Bly, you know, And Juliana Snow ; There 's Cane-brake Kitty likes the boys, And she '11 be sure to go. Oh ! Lem ! Lem ! Lem ! Lemuel, I say, Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the boys awaj Chorus. Go down to the cotton-field, &c. Oh ! Lemuel is tall, Oh ! Lemuel is fair, Oh ! Lemuel has gone to-day To tak the morning air. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 15 He makes the fiddle hum, He makes the banjo turn, He rattles on the old jaw-bone, And beats upon the drum. Oh ! Lem ! Lern ! Lem ! Lemuel, I say, Go down to the cotton-field, and bring the boys away Chorus. Go down to the cotton-field, c. Hither We Come. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Vandjr- beek, New York. " Hither we come at old Massa's will;" And whether in the cane-brake, in cotton field, or 'mongst the corn, Our labour we forsake at sound of Massa'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 be gay, the bones and fiddle play upon the green, And, Massa Pompey, mind your tamborine. Chortts. Long live old Massa, from him ne'er we '11 part, Pride of this darkey's heart. Long we '11 remain to tote in the grain, Hoe the corn night and morn, and work away so smart. Your labour ended, and with joy your harmless revels see, For grateful hearts, inspir'd by mirth, true pleasure give to me. Then happy be along with me until the hours of rest, At break of day we must away, till sun is in the west Your sports are ended. 16 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES, Farewell, My Lilly Dear. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Oh ! Lilly dear, it grieves me, The tale I have to tell; Old Massa sent me roaming, So Lilly, fare you well! Oh ! fare you well, my true love, Farewell old Tennessee, Then let me weep for you, love, But do not weep for me. Chorus. Farewell for ever to old Tennessee, Farewell, my Lilly dear, don't weep for me. I 's going to roam the wide world In lands I've never hoed, With nothing but my banjo To cheer me on the road ; And when I'm sad and weary I'll make the banjo play, To 'mind me of my true love When I am far away. Chorus. Farewell for ever, &c. I wake up in the morning, And walk out on the farm; Oh! Lilly am a darling She take me by the arm. We wander through the clover Down by the river side, I tell her that I love her, And she must be my bride. Chorus. Farewell for ever, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES, 17 Oh! Lilly dear, 'tis mournful To leave you here alone ; You '11 smile before I leave you, And weep when I am gone. The sun can never shine, love, So bright for you and me, As when I worked beside you In good old Tennessee. Chorus. Farewell for ever, &c. Ding, Dong! or. The Darkies' Wedding. The bells ring out, and many a shout is ringing in the air, For Rosa May and Sam to-day are made a happy pair. The two are one, so now for fun, let 's dance and sing with glee, And cheer the scene with tamborine, and bones right merrily. Chorus. Ding, dong! skip along, the overseer has gone, And Massa 's here himself to cheer, the darkies' wedding morn. The dance begin look out for shins here cornea the bride and groom ; How swift they bound at music's sound stand back 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. 2* 18 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The dance 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 ; Then satisfied, they kiss the bride, and tear them selves away. Chorus. Ding, dong, &c. Julius's Trip to the World's Fair. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hall and 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 "member of the Press!" 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 'Julius' in the crowd!" Prince Albert take me by the arm, And ask in gentle tones, ' To condescend to pleajse the "Ton" With a solo on the bones. Chorus. Listen now, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 19 I spread myself upon the stage Without much hesitation, As racing then was all the rage, I play the "Imitation." The " Jockey Club" soon make their bets, As the second heat I play ; The odds were on the "Bob-tail Nag," For nowhere was the "Bay." Chorus. Listen now, &c. I left the "Palace" late that night, And packed my things with haste, Then wandered on to the " Isle of Wight," To be at the great Yacht race ; My finances were not hard run, Our friend there pay the shot, He back'd the " Royal Squadron," and I bet on the " Yankee Yacht." Chorus. 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 boiled the corn, And from the hut each day she came To blow the dinner horn. }ho*us. But now, since she is dead and gone, This darkey's joy is done ; No longer we'll sing, or the banjo ring. Or strike the old jawbone. 20 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES, Of a long Bummer'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 hunt for the possum and the coon. And when the day began to break, These dar&es soon would find ; Then home again our tracks we'd make, At the call of good old Dine. Chorus. But now, since she is dead, &e. Of a long summer's day, while mowing the hay, The dinner time would come; 'T was 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. Chorus. But now, since she is dead, &c. Uncle Tom's Gone to Rest. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co.j New York. 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 ; We shall miss his kind hand when the 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 but pray that he 's gone 'where his troubles are o'er. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 21 Chorus. 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. Tom's joy turned to sorrow, now see him once more In the pestilent swamp, his hard fate to deplore ; 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. Do n'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 ; But brightly the roses bloom over his head, Whilst our hearts are saddened with gloom. 22 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Oh ! do n't you remember the hounds, Old Ned, And how, by the light of the moon, We ofttimes have chased, when the rest were in bed, In pursuit of the sweet-meated coon ? The coon-dogs are all of them gone, Old Ned, Save one poor, blind, lonely cur; He sleeps all the day on his bed of straw, So old that 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 handsome young beau ? Delighted our master's heart was, Old Ned, As he press'd to his bosom her form ; Whilst the tears rolled down on the young child's head 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 them to be man and wife, And feelingly poured forth a prayer ; But alas ! our mistress is gone, Old Ned, Her spirit and master's have flown, And I have no friend to care for me now, But you, Ned, save you, Ned, alone. The Old Corn Mill. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Roddon and 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 remember well, With my kind old mother, by the old corn mill. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 23 Chorus. Then hurry me home to the old corn mill, To my father's old cot, on the top of the hill ; For I am getting weary, and not afraid to die ; Oh lay me side my mother, in the ground where Katy lie. Full well I remember how, with boyish delight, We met round the pine-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 ! for that old corn mill, to memory dear ! I would eat the bright corn-cake with inerry good cheer, But the old corn mill it is passing away, And the crazy old wheel is gone to decay. Chorus. Then hurry me home, &c. And Katy I loved, her grave is so cold ; The old folks are dead, and the young are growing old; Them happy days are over, free from sorrow and ill, When we all lived at home, by the old corn mill. Chorus. Then hurry me home, c. Katy Darling. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by J Iall and Son, New York. Oh, they tell me thou art dead, Katy Darling, That thy smile I may never more behold ; Did they tell thee I was false, Katy Darling, Or my love for thee had e'er grown cold ? 24 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Oh, they know not the loving of the heart that beata for thee, When a love like to thine, Katy Darling, Is the goal to the race set for me. Oh, hear me, sweet Katy, For the wild flowers greet me, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are singing in each tree ; Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling ? Behold love, I 'm waiting for thee ! I 'm kneeling by thy grave, Katy Darling ; This world is all a bleak world to me ; Oh, couldst thou hear my wailing, Katy Darling, Or think love, I 'm sighing for thee ; Oh, methinks the stars are weeping, By their soft and lambent light, And thy heart would be melting, Katy Darling, Couldst thou see tjiy lone Dermot this night. Oh, listen, sweet Katy, For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are nestling in each tree ; Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling, Or know love, I 'm kneeling by thee ? 'T is useless all my weeping, Katy Darling, But I '11 pray that thy spirit be my guide, And that when my life be spent, Katy Darling, They will lay me down to rest by thy side ; Oh, a huge great grief I 'm bearing, Though I scarce can heave a sigh, And I '11 ever be dreaming, Katy Darling, Of thy love ev'ry day till I die. Farewell then, sweet Katy ; For the wild flowers will blossom, Katy Darling, And the love-birds will warble in each tree ; But in heaven I will meet thee, Katy Darling, For there, Love, thou'rt waiting for me ! CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 25 'Tilda Horn. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hall and Son, New York. I was raised in Mississippi, where the sugar-cane grows tall, And I loved a pretty yellow girl, much sweeter tbaa them all. She left the place one moonlight night we sorrowM much to part; No token did she leave me, but her picture on iny 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 him forget 'Tilda Horn. 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 " 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 stockings down at heel ; Like Massa Shal^speare'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. 26 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Since the Shakspeare's coming in iny head, I'm lik* Othello, too, The victim of my jealous fears, I don't know what to do ; Desdemona lost his handkerchief that wasn't much to lose ; But 'Tilda took my 'baeca-box, my shirts and Sunday shoes. Now I stray all the day, from the gay far away. Chorus. But fretting won't do, c. Come, Darkies, Come. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hal and Son, New York. Come, darkies, come, 'tis the 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 ! Till the break of day ; Tral lal li-e-o . Calls us away, away ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Come, darkies, come, 'tis the time for fun; What sport we'll have, when our work is done. Oh, who in this big world of strife That envies the poor darkies' life ! Come, Pompey, come, and bring your tambo, And Julius too, with bones and banjo. While Sambo tunes up his violin, For to have a dance upon the green- CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES, 27 Chorus. With the girls so gay ; Tral lal li-e-o ! We will sing away ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Till old 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 huts again ourselves we'll take, To breakfast on the good hoe-cake ; And before old Sol peeps o'er the hills, You'll find us in our Massa's fields Chorus. With the scythe and hoe ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Away we'll go ; Tral lal li-e-o ! To work so gay ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Till another holiday, holiday ; Tral lal li-e-o ! Come, darkies, come, &c. Hush-a-bye 5 Baby. JHusic, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co., New York. When but a little fellow, I'd nothing else to do But run about on errands, and black young Massa's shoe. The case is very different now; I has to hoe and rake, With scarcely time, o' mornings, to eat my corn-rs^a! cake. Chorus. But I dig, dig, dig, dig, dig a-dig, Dig all the livelong day ; The worst of all troubles, to a darkie is to dig, Though he aint troubled, much with the pay. 28 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Old Missus tried persuading, and old Massa he did fret, Because young Massa was away, accumulating debt ; Old Massa sent a letter to young Massa, with advice For the future to do better, and to marry something nice. Chorus. But I dig. dig, c. So my young Massa Harry kinder sorter shook his head, K evolved at once to majry, 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 where all 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 faces, young Massa stay'd at home, Never went to balls or races, never felt inclined to roam ; At last there came a little child, in the rosy month of June, And the old folks, and the young folks, all began this self-same tune. Chorus. Hush-a-bye, baby, upon 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. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 29 The Belle of Winyaw Bay. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published b> Hall and 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 step so light and gay, When came the lovely Dinah, The Belle of Winyaw Bay. Chorus. The darkies was a dancing With step so light and gay, When came the lovely Dinah, The Belle of Winayw Bay. She gave one look of pleasure Upon that happy scene, Then joined in troniping measure To the sound of the tamborine; 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, &e. Then she did give them water To cool the darkies' throats, And then she caper'd gaily To the banjo's mellow notes: And when the old horn sounded Just at the break of day, They bless the lovely Dinah, The Belle of Winyaw Bay. Chorus. Andi^when the old horn sounded, &c. 3* 30 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Though TV ell she loved old Maesa, 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, &c. Poor Foolish Joe. Now Rosa's gone, her soul has fled, U-li o-li a-li ee! To that peaceful home made for the dead. U-li o-li a-li ee ! Upon the bed her body lies, Joe kneeling down, with weeping eyes; Her friends around the bed do go, And whisper, "Don't be foolish, Joe." U-li o-li a-li ee ! Chorus. He courted Rose in Tennessee, U-li o-li a-li ee ! 'Neath that old familiar tree. U-li o-li a-li ee ! Next day they buried Rosa Lee, U-li, &c. It was a sorry sight to see ; U-li, &c. Joe took his last cold kiss of love Dear Rosa, we shall meet above ; His mind gave way beneath the blow, He then indeed, was " Foolish Joe." U-li, &c. Chorus. He courted Rose, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 31 Joe's manly form began to waste; U-li, &o. He wander'd up and down in haste; U-li, &c. He look'd with vacant stare around, Then threw himself upon the ground ; He thought he heard a voice so low, That whisper'd, " Don't be foolish, Joe." U-li, &c. Chorus. He courted Rose, &e. 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, &o. 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, &c. 'Neath that old familiar tree. U-li, &o. 32 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Poor Old Joe. Ob, where' s that old grey darkey gohe, that used to work the hoe, In Massa's field to till the ground, long time ago ? You ask us where that darkey's gone, that good old darkey, Joe He's gone to see the elephant, down, down below. Chorus. Poor old Joe, he used to work the hoe and play the old banjo, Long time ago ! He had no teeth, and he was blind ; his wool was white as snow ; But Massa to old Joe was kind, long time ago. He used to fish for frogs and eels, that good old darkey Joe, 'Till grim death took him by the heels, down, down below. Chorus. Poor old Joe, &c. He used to chalk the numbers down, and keep his years just so ; His age it was a hundred and forty, long time ago ; But death has caught old Joe at last, tho' he was loath to go ; He's in the corn-field sleeping fast, down, down below. Chorus. Poor old Joe, c. The Rose of Baltimore. 'Twas on a public promenade, One bright October morn, I saw a sweet and lovely maid On the tide of fashion born& CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 33 Her lips were like a cherry Just blushing on the tree ; Her voice, oh ! it was merry As fairies' song at sea. Chorus. Oh ! a lovelier maid I never saw before ; With eyes so bright, Like stars at night, The Rose of Baltimore. I've roved o'er many a billow, Like a tameless mountain-child ; I've made the rock my pillow, In the Arab desert wild : I've slept in the Peri's bower, On Persia's dreamy shore, But I never found a flower, Like the Rose of Baltimore. Chorus. Oh ! a lovelier maid, &c. One night, when I was dreaming, ('Twas a dark and stormy night,) Her form, like moonlight gleaming, Burst on my vision bright. I told her of my passion deep, I tried to tell her more ; But soon she vanished in my sleep The Rose of Baltimore. Chorus. Oh ! a lovelier maid, &c. I often roam through Market Street, As I have roamed before, But now, alas ! I never meet The Rose of Baltimore. 'Tis true that there bright eyes still beam, With Cupid's magic lore, But my heart is with its early dream, The Rose of Baltimore. Chorus. Oh! a lovelier maid, &c. 34 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The Dark' Who " Totes " the Target. You may talk about the heroes great, That die for fun and glory About the 'lustrious names that blaze In ancient song 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 go out a-shooting. Chorus. They comqp together, With sword and feather, With trumpets, drums, and hooting, And with the mark Brings up the dark', When they go out a-shooting. 0, Pompus Cossar he is some W 7 hen, in the fixings decked, sir, With martial tread he walks along Eyes right, and head erect, sir. The coloured girls all wink at him, Their fancy always suiting The dark' who totes the target When the boys go out a-shooting. Chorus. They come together, &c. And if the foe should dare invade Again, our peaceful shore, sir, You'll find the boys will muster strong And beat them as before, sir; And rushing for the glory, too, The dark', all 'casions suiting, Who bears aloft the bull's-eye When the boys go out a-shooting. Chorus. They come together, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 35 The Old I,og Hut at Home. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond &, Co., New York. Down by the river our log hut stands, Where father and mother once dwelt, And the old door-latch that was worn by our hands, And the church where in prayer we knelt ; Years, years have pass'd since that happy time, But the river keeps rolling along, And rippling sound on the mossy bank, Is singing the same old song. Chorus. Row, row, row your boat 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 wharf-boat there it used to float Where the school-boys used to swim. High grass grows on 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. Chorus. 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 The lived in a hut near the river Pee Dee, And more than a mother was Dinah to me ; For she was the first one to learn me a tune The first one that taught me to trap the old coon And long as the blood in this body shall now, I'll 'member with gratitude Aunt Dinah R,oe. 36 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. She was good to the poor darkey loving and mild She'd joke with the old folks or play with a chi (} 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 smoking her pipe at the door, The birds would fly in and hop over the floor ; For they knew, though they saw the old cat on the chair, That puss couldn't hurt them, for Dinah was there. She'd sigh with the sorrowing laugh with the gay Tend on the sick-bed, 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 any by what she might say. If she once made a promise, it never was broke, And her friends would all swear to what Dinah had spoke. One beautiful morning, at break of the day, I stopped at the old hut, when passing that way I opened the door what an object was there ! My dear old Aunt Dinah was dead in her chair ! We buried her under an old willow tree, "Where many a time she had froliced with me. Even Massa wept for her, though she was his slave ; And Towser, her faithful dog, died on her grave. Night Funeral of a Slave. In the bright sunny South, at the close of the day, To the mansion there came a grief-stricken slaye - " The coffin is there, and the people all say, That master must come before he goes to tha grave." " It was my poor John," the good master replied ; "A servant more faithful there never could be, For all his life long, till the day that he died, No friend could be truer than John was to me. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 37 A Christian more humble there's not in the land . A heart that was kinder to man was ne'er given ; I stood by his death-bed, and took his .cold hand The last words he spoke were, 0, meet me in Heaven.' " 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 eyes dark and dim, Fell softly the warm tears, as in love they did weep, Whilst the minister prayed they might all die like him. Pompey's Grave. In a lone cypress swamp, where the wild-roaring bull frog The echoes awake with his deep, thrilling tones- Old Pornpey lies there, and the plantation watch-doj* A requiem howls o'er his deep-sunken bones. Chorus. Though the lightning-bugs flash, and the 'skeeters are singing, He starts not, he wakes not, he's free from all pain; He sleeps his last sleep he is quietly grinning He never shall hunt for the possum again ! 4 38 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Ho ! ebony shade, where now are the nation Of young dark's that rushed, when thou led'st them on ? All mournful they gather about the plantation, And weep for the old dark' departed and gone. Chorus. Though the lightning-bugs flash, &c. Spiritless Pompey ! the earth cannot bind thee ; For, like the 'coon-fire that goes out in the damp, So thou hast gone out, leaving nothing behind thee Save thy old bones, which repose in the swamp. Chorus. Though the lightning-bugs flash, &c. Seraphina Tell. Oh, white folks, listen unto me, I'll tell you what befell A very fair young coloured girl, named Seraphina Tell; She was so sweet and fancy, her eyes they were so bright, i You'd think there was a new full-moon, when she walked out at night. Chorus. Oh, Seraphina Tell ! Oh, Seraphina Tell ! 4 You are the sweetest coloured girl That in this town does dwell. I took her to the ball 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. Chorus. Oh, Seraphina, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 39 I danced with her till morning's light; I saw its flashing beam When she fell fainting in my arms the lovely Sera- phine. I asked her if I'd see her home her eyes upon me fell- She said, " Dear Sam, of course you can," sweet Seraphina Tell. Chorus. Oh, Seraphina, &e. I took her home that very night, she never more arose, But down into the cotton-field her body 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, Seraphina, &c. Sweep-oh Refrain. Before the day breaks, with my brush and my scraper, To sweep up the chimneys along I now totes, A With my blanket around me along I do caper, My voice may be heard with the mocking-bird's notes. Chorus. Sweep oh ! sweep oh ! oh, oh ! Oh ! oh ! Rock Susannah, Santa Anna, aunt Hannah, Mary Tanna, Biscianna, with old Jemimianna, Come down and open the door ha ! ha Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Chorus. With tamborine pounding, and banjo loud sounding, When day's work am done, oh, we darkies have fun, 40 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. As through the streets we are singing, Ever, ever happy, ever blithe and gay, To old Massa money bringing, A little keep, ourselves to pay. With my cap o'er my eyes I was upwards descending, And loudly I sjngs when I gets to the top ; I got thinking of Rosa, and over was bending, When I fell down the next flue, bang into a dinner % pot. Chorus. Sweep oh! sweep oh! oh, oh! Oh ! oh ! Rock Susanna, Santa Anna, and all the other Annas, Come down, and don't keep a poor darkey waiting in the cold And open* the door. Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Chorus. With tanyoorme pounding, c. The Darkey Sleighing Party. Jingle, jingle, clear fy 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 'em up, the sleigh-bells ring, While we darkies laugh and sing. Chorus. Jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, clear the way, 'Tis the merry, merry, merry, merry, merry sleigh- Go-a-long! &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 41 Oh, shall we go a-sleighing, a-sleighing, a-sleighing ? The white horse shall pull us o'er the snow-covered plain ; On good whiskey punch, cakes and sausages 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 -skins to warm us, and bells to attend us, merrily we glide to the sound of the bell. Chorus. Jingle, jingle, &c. Jingle, jingle, on we go, Capes and bonnets in a row; Ths old whip snaps, the girls all funny, Hurry up that peach and honey. See the old horse how he blows Like a steam-pipe from his nose, And the boys their snow-balls fling, As the merry sleigh-bells ring. Chorus. Jingle, jingle, &c. Dinah's Wedding Day. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Vander- beek, New York. Huzza, huzza, the day has come, Miss Dinah's to be married, Oh, glad am I, for that's a fact, for very long she's tarried ; Bring out the corn, the hoe-cake too, the gumbo and the cream, And don't forget the wedding-cake, on which each dark' must dream. 4* 42 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. For we will dance and sing all night, Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza! And play the banjo till daylight, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! We'll dance and sing, like any thing, Huzza, huzza, huzza ! Oh, Dinah's the prettiest girl that ever you did see, And there was once a time, she throw'd sheep's-eyes at me ; But now those days are past, and this poor child's forsaken Alas ! and well-a-day : You Pomp, fetch back that bacon ! Chorus. For we will dance and sing, &c. Just hear that darkey, shut up that there mouth : Wed with you my Dinah dear, my Venus from the South ? Come let us dance and sing, laugh and be j oily, Dinah, that sweetest girl, has married Cuff, by golly I Chorus. For we will dance and sing, &c. The Darkey Blackberry ing Party. Come, darkies, get your hats darkies, get your hats ! Come along, and never tire Picking of the fruit, picking of the fruit But be careful of the briar. Blackberries growing, growing ! darkies fetch the sack When they're red they're always green, but when they're ripe they're black ! Oh, darkies, get your hats darkies get your hats I Come along, and never tire Picking of the fruit, picking of the fruit But be careful of the briar. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 43 Oh, how they tear the darkey's hands, And stick into their tender feet ; i But with such luscious-coloured frui-t .The pickles come along with the sweet. Crows around us flying, only listen to their " caw;" The blackbird's notes replying, bid 'em hold their under jaw. Oh, there was fun, ha ! ha ! oh, there was fun, ha ! ha ! The darkies' sides now shake. Sambo, just look there ! " Why, what is that you see ?" Why don't you see the snake ? You ought to see us run you ought to see us run ! The blackberries we dropp'd 'em ; the darkies run so fast, the darkies run so fast, That the devil could not stop 'em. Oh, there was fun, ha ! ha ! oh the Lawks ! We run a mile or two, we run a mile or two, before we did look back ; Some darkies they were blue, some darkies they were blue, But the most of them was black. Two of them fell down with fright, Right down upon the field ; we thought that one of them would die, With a rush of blood to the heel. We felt the other's pulse, we felt the other's pulse oh ! how the dark' 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 came to life again bound to go black- berrying ! We hurried to the spot, with clubs the snake to lick; We made a rush upon it 'twas nothing but a crooked stick ! Oh, there was fun, ha ! ha ! oh, there was fun, ha ! ha ! Eating berries on a log ; oh, Sambo ! just look there ! 44 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Why, what is that he eat ? The darkey swallowed a frog! Eating berries on a log eating berries on a log Oh, how the dark' did swill 'em ! The way he lam'd 'em in, the way he lam'd 'em in, Two cart-laads couldn't fill 'em. Oh, there was fun, ha! ha! oh, the Lawks! Uncle Gabriel, the Darkey General. Oh, my boys, I'm bound to tell you ; , Oh! oh! Listen awhile, and I will tell you ; Oh! oh! I'll tell you little 'bout Uncle Gabriel ; Oh, boys, I've just begun. Hard times in old Virgmny. Oh, don't you know old Uncle Gabriel ? Oh! oh! Oh, he was a darkey General, Oh! oh! He was the Chief of the Insurgents, Way down in Southampton. Hard times in old Virginny. It was a little boy betrayed him, Oh! oh! A little boy by the name of Daniel, Oh! oh! 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 ? Oh! oh! I am not your Uncle Gabriel, Oh! oh! My name it is Jim McCullen ; Some, they calls me Archey Mullin. Hard times in old Virginny. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 45 The whites, they fought him and they caught him, Oh! oh! To Richmond court-house they did bring him, Oh! oh! Twelve men set upon the jury ; Oh, boys, I'm most done. Hard times in old Virginny. They took him down to the gallows, Oh! oh! They drove him down with four grey horses, Oh! oh! Brice's Ben, he drove the wagon ; Oh, boys, I'm most done. Hard times in old Virginny. And there they hung him and they swung him Oh! oh! And they swung him and they hung him, Oh! oh! And that was the last of the darkey General ; Oh, boys, I'm just done. Hard times in old Virginny. Happy are We, Darkies so Gay. Happy are we, darkies so gay ! Come, let us sing and laugh while we play The darkey minstrels' favorite lay, With a ha, ha, ha, ha, and laugh while we plaj Music delicious, 0, then how sweet! Your kind applauses We hope to greet. Chorus. Happy are we, &c. - 4:6 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 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 laugh and we sing, ha, ha, ha, while we play. Singing delicious, 0, then, how fine ! We darkey minstrels At night we do shine ! Chorus. Happy are we, &c. Ma'm'selle Augusta she is so fine In dancing and playing in the pantomine ! We darkey minstrels, with blacken'd face, Conies the cachuca and polka with grace. Dancing delicious, 0, then how gay ! We'll dance and we'll sing 'Till the break of day. Chorus. Happy are we, &c. 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, hoy sweet 'twould sing ; She said I was her love her joy. I touched the corn-stalk fiddle-string, And then she called me one of the boys. Chorus. Oh, would I were a boy again, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 47 But now I'm old, and am not your.g; My mother, she is dead and gone ; I hear the songs she used 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, arid can't. Chorus. Oh, would I were 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 ; And when the moon her gladsome rays Cast o'er the silvery tide, Oh, then what rapture filled this heart, By the old Santee's side. Chorus. Oh, then what rapture filled this heart, &c But those bright days were doomed, alas To wither and decaj 7 ; My Massa sold sweet Jenny, dear, And sent her far away. No more together will we stray In all our youthful pride ; No more we'll whisper tales of love By the old Santee's side. Chorus. No more we'll whisper tales of love, &c. 49 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. I see the trees hang o'er the path, I hear the sweet birds sing, They only mock my sorrow, and With grief my poor heart wring. At eventide I've sought that spot, And laid me down and cried There's nought but sorrow now for me By the old Santee's side. Chorus^ There's nought but sorrow now for me, &c. Oh 9 Dearest Dine. A cutting of the sugar-cane is this here darkey's fun, It makes him laugh, when he does think that all kid work is done ; 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. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 49 One day, when mowing of the hay, old Massa said to me Now, Julius, if you marry Dine, I'll set you darkies* free. So, now unto the North we go, and there we live so line, And through the streets I promenade, along wit lovely Dine. Chorus. Oh, dearest Dine, &c. The Coon- Hunter's Bride. Sam Johnson had a daughter fair Fair as darkey's child could be ; 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 bold, 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 ; Hil-li-o! hil-li-o! Fly o'er the hills away with rne. But she, that lovely one, was sought By crook-shin darkey, far away ; The time was fixed, the ring was bought, And then came Rosa's wedding-day. Ro^/id coal-fire bright, the friends at night Make merry with the 'spiring cheer; But one was there who wildly stare, And whisper' d in the maiden's ear. Chorus. Fly o'er the hills away with me, &c. 5 50 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. A boat rode on the glassy stream, And far the moon rode in the sky ; And then, I ween, two forms were seen, And swiftly from the shore they fly ! 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, &c. My Lucy so Fair. My Lucy was fair to behold, She was the pride of the whole plantation; She was worth her weight in gold The fairest yellow girl in the nation. Chorus. Then sing to the memory Of my Lucy so fair ; She has gone, she has left me, And for naught 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. Chorus. Then 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 me much, and my heart it froze. Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 51 Sweetly she sleeps in the grave, 'Neath the shade of the stately palm-trees. In mournful silence they wave, As they're ruffled by the summer's calm breeze. Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c. Oh, my heart now is broken, And soon must my spirit depart this earth Now my last words are spoken, " Lay me near Lucy, in the land of my birth." Chorus. Then sing to the memory, &c. Lizzy Lee. The moon is shining, Lizzy Lee,- So lovely is the day ; Your faithful darkey comes to thee, With banjo for to play. Then, Lizzy Lee, 0, list to me, And hear this loving so**^, And do riot say, "0, go away, You. darkey, get along." We've sung together, Lizzy Lee, Together hoed the field ; Together we have often danced Ton light fantastic heel ; For you I've played the banjo string, Beneath the cypress tree ; For ybi* this faithful darkey sighs For you, 0, Lizzy Lee. 0, Lizzy Lee ! 0, ,Lizzy Lee ! 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 more sigh for thee ; But darkey ghost will come and say, "0, fickle Lizzy I#e." 52 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The Yellow Rose of Texas. There's a yellow girl in Texas That I'm going down to see; No other darkies know her, No darkey, only me ; She cried so when I left her That it like tc broke my heart, And if I only find her, We never more will part. Chorus. She's the sweetest girl of colour That this darkey ever knew ; Her eyes are bright as diamonds, And sparkle like the dew. You may talk about your Dearest Mae, And sing of Rosa Lee, But the yellow Rose of Texas Beats tli e belles of Tennessee. Where the Rio Grande is flowing. Arid the starry skies are bright, Oh, she walks along the river In the qniet summer right;. And she thinks if I remember When we parted long ago, I promised to come back again, And not to leave her so. Chorus. She's the sweetest girl of colour, &c Oh, I'm going now to find her, For ni} 7 heart is full of woe, And we'll sing the songs together That we sang so long ago. We'll play the banjo gaily, And we'll sing our sorrows o'er, And the yellow Rose of Texas Shall be mine forever more. Chorus. She's the sweetest girl of colour, &e. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES 53 Sarah 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, My dearest Bones, my lovely Bones, this heart was made for thee ; But oh, you darkies beware, beware, for oh hew false was she. Chorus. Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, farewell, Sarah Day ! Farewell, thou false one, Sarah, farewell, Sarah Day ' I've worked from morn till night with Sarah, benea'th the shady lime, And often thought, though 'twas but fancy, I'd win her yet in time ; We talked and sang love-rhymes together, sitting on the ground ; She often sighed, and called me dearer than all the darkies round. Chorus. Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, c. I 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. Beside the stream I met my Sarah, one fairy moon light night, And fondly swore Fd ever love her, if she'd become my wife. Chorus. Farewell, thou lovely Sarah, &c. She said my love was nought but fickle, as changeful as the moon, And swore she ne'er would die a maiden, but would get married soon. 5* 54 CHRISTY'S PLA.XTATTOX MELODIES. Away she went, and quickly married my hateful rival, Flare ; The last I heard, she had a baby, a squalling son and 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; And though 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, &c. We'll have a little Dance To-night, Boys. Oh, listen to this good old tune, And then I'll sing another ; Oh, Massa gone this afternoon To call upon his brother. So, darkies, wait a little while Till he gets out of sight; "We'll drop the shovel arid the hoe, And have a little dance to-nighi. Chorus. We'll have a little dance to-night, boys And dance by the light of the mooii I want the cambric handkerchief, I want the beaver hat; Oh, hand me down the high-heel boots, Likewise the silk cravat. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 55 The darkies all are grinning, Their teeth look very white, 'Cause they're going over the mountain, To have a little dance to-night. Chorus. To have a little dance to-night, &c. I get up at the break of day, To take my morning walk ; I meets my lovely Julian, And this is the way we talk. . I say, You are my only love, You are my heart's delight; Won't you go over the river, To have a little dance to-night * Chorus. We'll have a little dance to-night, &c. Nelly Bell. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by 1 W. Porter, Philadelphia. Oh, place me in that same dear 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 heard -.the lips of- my sweet Nell Say she loved young Cajsar 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 sleeping with the dead -'Twas on a dark and stormy night, When riding side the hill, As the lightning flash'd, the horse took fright. And dashed into the rill. 56 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. There she was drowned, my dearest maid, And found close by the shore, And in the cold grave she was laid, Sweet flowers I planted o'er. Chorus. There, dearest Nell, &c. Darkey of the Ohio. White folks, come listen to the story Of a singing darkey, tall and young, Well-known in all his chanting glory. Throughout every State, his banjo rung In steamboat, rail-car, farm or village ; His music charmed all ears with joy ; Among yellow girls' hearts he made great pillage, For he was a tall young darkey boy. Chorus. Oh-ho, oh he 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 maidens 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 spinning, Oh, how the coloured girls they sighed. Chorus. Oh-ho, oh he was all the go, &c. Heigh-ho, the boatman row, Floating down the river the Ohio ! The boatman is a lucky man, None can do what the boatman can ; Makes fast his boat, and jumps on shore Spends his money, and works for more. Chorus. Heigh-ho, the boatman row &e. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 57 The Old Virginia State. Oh, we come from the mountains Of old Virginny State ; We're a band of darkies From the heel 1 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 bid us good-bye, And we bid them good bye-er : We are true coloured singers, We make the old earth ring, sirs. W T e have ten other brothers, And we've sisters one and t'other, With one father and one mother, In old Virginny State. With all of us together, We're a smashing woolly string. Oh, handsome bleating black sheep, And our history we sing. Yes, while the air is ringing With our banjo and singing, We to you the news are bringing From the old Virginny State. We're the tribe of Sambo, And their several names we'll sing. Cudjoe, Banjo, Pompey, Caesar, Rawbone, Jawbone, Cuifee, Sneezer, Juba, Jumbo, Pete, and Egg-eye, - And Twolips 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. 58 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. We're all real darkies, Our hair and lips are curled, And we hope to please you, And sing it through the world. luzza ! huzza ! huzza ! Like our old dads, before us, Who used to join in the chorus The coons will run before us When we give the loud huzza! Huzza! huzza! huzza! Jenny Lyle. My Jenny was a blithesome lass, And gentle as the doe ; Her breath was sweet as clover-grass, That in the spring-time grow ; Her eyes were lit with mellow ray, And then her beaming smile, That round the lips like sunbeams play, Of lovely Jenny Lyle. Chorus. But she is dead ; sweet Jenny's dead ! We ne'er shall see her more She sleeps beneath the cotton-boughs,. On Mississippi's shore. ler 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. Chorus. But she is dead, &o. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 59 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 hand Of lovely Jenny Lyle. Chorus. But she is dead, c. The Gal from the South. Old Massa owned 'a coloured girl He bought her at the South ; Her hair it curled so very tight She could not shut her mouth. Her eyes they were so very small, They both ran into one, And when a fly lit in her eye, 'Twas like a June-bug in the sun. Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, The gal from the South; Her hair it curl'd so very tight, She could not shut her mouth! Her nose, it was so very long, It turned up like a squash, And when she got her dander up She made me laugh, by goshl Old Massa had no hooks or nails, Or nothing else like that, So on this darkie's nose he used To hang his coat and hat. Chorus. Ha, ha, ha, &c. One morning, Massa, going away, He went to get his coat, But neither hat nor coat was there, For she had swallowed both; CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. He took her to a tailor shop, To have her mouth made small ; The lady took in one long breath, N And swallowed tailor ajid all ! Chorus. Ba, ha, ha, &c. Shining Moon. Last night, when the moon was beaming, I strolled with my Lucy love ; The flowers were sleeping around us, And t&e stars were shining above. "We walked along by the brook-side, Where 1 never wandered before, And we heard the waters gurgling Their notes by the pebbled shore. Chorus. Oh, silver-shining moon, Guide Ephraim on his way, And soon you'll see he'll married be- Oh ! what a happy day ! 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. Chorus. Oh, silver-shining moon, &c. Oh, then I take her in my arms, And tried to make her speak ; The tears as pure as drops of dew, Roll'd down her sable cheek. At length she whispered in my ear, And said she would have me soon ; I kiss'd away the dewy tears, And danced by the light of the moon. Chorus. Oh, silver-shining moon, &c CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES*. . x 61 The Old Jawbone. / The jawbone hung in the kitchen ball, f The sea-bass shone on the white-wash wall ; There was old Jim Brown loved fun and was He kicked up the deuce /on a holiday. * Old Jim he saw, with iffather's pride, His beautiful child, Sam Johnson's bride ; While she, with her bright eyes, seemed to be The new moon for that company. Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, oh, the old jawbone. "I've eat all the sea-bass," now she cried*, " So stop for a minute, I'll hid$, I'll hide ! And, Johnson, make sure you're the first to trace The clue to my secret hiding-place !" .,-, .- She ran out of, the kitchen ; t.he darkies, b^gan^r To hunt all round, and find her if they 0an ; And Johnson, he cried, " Where 'bout you hide ? I'm weary without you, my. own black bride!" Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, c. They hunt her that night, they hunt her next day, They hunt her all round when a week pnss'd away ; In the short, and the long, in the big hollow log, Young Johnson hunt wildly with aid of the dog ; And years flew by, and his grief at last Was told as the coloured tale did pass, And when Johnson came in, the young darkies cried, " See the old one sobs for his long-lost bride." Chorus. Oh, the old jawbone, &c. At last an old log, long covered with brush, Was found in the swamp ; the darkies did rush* And a tapering form lay mouldering there, Twas a calm, clear night, and the moon's pale light Shone soft o'er hill and vale, When sad-hearted friends stood around the death-bed Of rny poor, sweet Lily Dale ! Chorus. O, Lily ! sweet Lily ! dear Lily Dale ! Now the wild roses wave o'er her little green grave, 'Neath the trees in the blooming vale ! Like a fair flower white, on that sad, still night, Swept by some icy gale, On her couch of snow, in her beauty bright, ' Lay my dear, sweet Lily Dale ! Chorus. O, Lily ! sweet Lily ! dear Lily Dale ! &c. " I go," and she smiled, as we wept o'er the child, " To that sinless, happy vale, Where a kind hand shall wipe all pain from the brow Of your poor, dear Lily Dale !" Chorus. O, Lily ! pale Lily ! sweet Lily Dale ! &c. ^ The moon went down 'neath the forest brown, And the stars grew dim and pale, And the death smile wreathed the white, cold lips, Of my poor, lost Lily Dale ! * Chorus. O, Lily! sweet Lily! dear Lily Dale ! &c. Where the flowers bloom o'er her lonely tomb, : 'Neath the trees of the leafy vale ; Sweetly slcepeth in peace, while the bright birds sing, My loved, my dear Lily Dale ! Chorus. O Lily ! pale Lily ! lost Lily Dale ! &c. 10 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Pierce's (localized) The Other Side of Jordan. Of all the banjo songs that have been sung- of late, There is none that is now so often called on, As the one I sing myself, and apply it to the times, It's called "On the other Side of Jordan." Chorus. I take off my coat, and roll up my sleeves, Hard road to travel over Jordan, Throw off my coat, and roll up my sleeves, Jordan is a hard road to travel I believe. Around the Crystal Palace there are a great many shows, Where all the green ones are drawn in There are snakes and alligators, mammoth mules and big potatoes, That were raised upon the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. The Sovereign of the Seas, she went to Liverpool, In less than fourteen days, too, according, Johnny Bull he wiped his eyes, and looked with surprise, At this clipper from the Yankee side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. The ladies of England have sent a big address f . About slavery, and all its horrors, according, They had better look at home, to their own white That are starving on the English side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. , They have got a bearded lady down at Barnum's show, And lots of pictures outside, according, She's going to take her eye-lashes for a p^ir of i mustaches, For to travel on the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 11 There were snakes in Ireland many years ago, Saint Patrick saw the varmints a crawling-, He up with his shelalah and hit them on the head, And drove them to the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. Oh, the big Hippodrome, it makes a mighty fuss When all of their trumpets get a-sounding The ostrich kicked the camel, and then he got mad And started for the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. The steamer Atlantic is a mighty fast craft, And she beats the Cunarders according, And I shouldn't be surprized, if in a short time, Tftat she'd make the quickest trip up the Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. The Duchess of Southerland, she keeps the Stafford House, The place where the " Black Swan" is boarding ; At a musical party, they asked her for a song, And she gave them On the other Side of Jordan, Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. The office-seekers have all been in a stew About the cabinet and the chances aucording, And for one that get's a place, there will be a small crowd That will get them on the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. There's the case of " Costa," that has made so much talk, The Austrians they tried for to maul him, But Captain Ingraham said, if they didn't let him go, He'd blow them on the other side of Jordan. Chorus, I take off my coat, &c. 2 12 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. But all the world must know, wherever we may go, Our government will be ready in affording Protection alike to all, both the great and small, That hail from the Yankee side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. Our great father, Washington, he was a mighty man, And all the Yankees do their fighting according, They will raise the flag of freedom wherever they can, Till they plant it on the other side of Jordan. Chorus. I take off my coat, &c. Etty Way, or Good-bye, Boys. ^ Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Stewart & Co., No. 210, Chesnut Street, Philadelphia. Oh ! don't you remember, pretty Etty Way, That gentle form, long since passed away A little slab of marble, with Etty graved on top, And a little mound of clay, marks the quiet spot. Chorus. Good-bye, boys, I'm off for home, far across the bay, The whip-poor-will will knell the death, the death of Etty Way. They laid her where the spring-time comes, Where mocking-birds sing, and bees do hum. Her spirit, like birds at eve, has flown ; fa*^ way, To find a better home for gentle Etty way. Chorus. Good-bye, boys, &c. Etty was so gentle, kind, and good to all, She played the old banjo, which hung upon the wall Etty's voice was low arid sweet, like the little bird, Thorn soft and gentle tones that I've so often heard. Chorus. Good-bye, boys, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 13 The little cottage home is lonely and still, Her warm dimpled cheek is now cold and chill Well do I remember when warm was that breast All is now silent and sad round the place where she rests Chorus. Good-bye, boys, &c. Sweet Lilla Brown. Music, -with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Oliver Ditson, No. 115, Washington Street, Boston. My Lilla was a charming- gal, She was raised away down south, And the prettiest features in her face Were the lips around her mouth. Stop the dance, stop the song, Lay the banjo down, For she is now in the happy land, Sweet Lilla Brown. Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song, &c. Her voice was all melodious, Like the sound of a silver fip ; And when she walked around the room, She sailed just like a ship. Her feet, they were so very long, That when she turned around She fell into the Southern bay, And there she run aground. Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song, &e. That was her end, and no mistake, Oh ! how this darkey cried, He smothered his solemcholyness With oysters raw and fried ; But now, Oh my ! she's dead and gone, Way down in the Southern bay, The oysters sing her lullaby To rny lovely darkey fay. Chorus. Stop the dance, stop the song, &c. 2 14 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. She's Black, But That's no Matter. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, Published by Firth, Pond, & Co-, New York. My Dinah, dear me, she's as beautiful quite, As a star that shines calmly at the close of the night A voice like a syren, a foot like a fay " She just such a gal you don't meet every day." Spoken. But she's black ! Chorus. I know she is, but what of that, You'd love, could you look at her, I'd have her just the way she is, She's black, but that's no matter. She lives on the banks of a bright-flowing stream, In a cabin that might have been built in a dream, Surrounded by roses, and woodbines, and leaves, "That twine and climb lovingly up to the eaves." Spoken. But she's so very black ! Chorus. I know she is, &c. If ever I marry this dark color'd maid, You'll believe in the truth of what I have said ; I love her because her complexion will keep, " And they say that all beauty is only skin deep." Spoken. But she's black ! Chorus. I know she is, &c. Ho ! Ho ! for Ginger Bluff. I live near Ginger Bluff, along with 'Tilda, dear, And near my old hut runs, the river deep and clear There Joe and Caesar dwell, along with Pompey Puff, And all are happy there, around old Ginger Bluff. Chorus. Ho! ho! for Ginger Bluff Ha ! ha! for Ginger BlufF, For all are happy there around old Ginger Bluff. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 15 The sun sometimes shakes hands with Venus and with Mars, And every night the moon cuts capers with the stars A comet sometimes comes, oh ! ain't he up to snuff, And whisks his fairy tail around old Ginger Bluff. Chorus. Ho! ho! for Ginger Bluff, &c. I thought my 'Tilda once did sing the sweetest tune, It was the loveliest song I ever heard in June ; I thought my darkey bride sung sweet and clear enough. But now the gals all sing around old Ginger Bluff. Chorus. Ho ! ho ! for Ginger Bluff, &c. Then come to Ginger Bluff, the cotton-fields are white, And if we work all day, we'll gnily dance at night We nothing have but fun, Old Massa's good enough, No trouble's ever seen, around old Ginger Bluff. Chorus. Ho ! ho ! for Ginger Bluff. Will no Taller Gal Marry Me* Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, Published by Firth, Pond & Co., New York. All the gals are getting married, dropping off on every side Ah, I fear too long I've tarried, seeking, sighing for a bride Seeking, sighing for a bride ; Listen now, all darkey beauties, I am handsome, as you see Will no yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal marry me ? I could get a weeping-widow almost any day, of course^ Or a lady rendered single, by a by a late divorce ! But I want a pretty rose-bud, full of fun ' and full of glee- Will no yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal marry me ? 16 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Oh ! in pity, don't deny me, let me end this weary life ; I could swim the wide Atlantic, could I thereby gain a wife; I'm in earnest, I am pleading here upon my bended knee Will no yaller gal marry, marry, will no yaller gal marry me ? Slow. All is over, I am married, what a hasty fool was I Where's the end of all creation, let, oh, let me hither fly- Help ! oh, help me, Mister Lawyer, cut the rope and set me free, I will sell myself forever, if you will unmarry me ! Fare You Well! Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published hy Colborn & Field, No. 154, Main Street, Cincinnati. Hark ! my love, O come and listen ! The evening gale is sweetly singing, The stars are shining on the river, The moon is in the quiet sky. Chorus. Corne, my love, unto the window, Listen while I play the Juba, Then I'll float away down the river O ! Fare you well ! Oh ! my dear, O, do come listen, My song upon the night air stealing, Will fill thy heart with sweetest feeling While I sing this melody. Chorus. Come, my love, &c. Throw them eyes down on thy lover. From thy blooming rosy bower Give this dark a single flower To thy memory. Chorus. Come, my Jove, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 17 The evening star is fast a-waning, The night is dark, tlfe clouds are raining, Here thy Sambo stands a-waiting Hurry, my dearest Juliana. Chorus. Come, my love, &e. Poor Old Jessy. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Lee & Walker, No. 188, Chesnut Street, Philadelphia. Old Jessy once was young like us, Could hoe the cotton well, But now he's passing away from us, Like the dew-drop on the hill. Chorus. Then pity poor old Jessy, And wipe the tear-drop from your eye, For Jessy's going to leave us soon And in the ground to lie. Old Jessy's hair is grey and long Like the moss upon the tree, And his teeth dropp'd out of the old jawbone; But soon he will be free. Chorus. Then pity poor old Jessy, &c. Old Jessy can't play his old banjo, His fingers are stiff and sore, They tremble so the bones do crack He'll play no never more. Chorus. Then pity poor old Jessy, &c. He used to go out in the oyster-boat, Far, far away from shore; But he never will go out again Echo answers, nevermore. Chorus. Then pity poor old Jessy, &c. 18 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Take Me Home. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Fhth, Pond & Co., New York. Take me home to the place where I first saw the light, To the sweet sunny South, take me home, Where the mocking-bird sung me to rest every night Ah ! why was I tempted to roam ! I think with regret of the dear home I left, Of the warm hearts that sheltered me then, Of the wife, and the dear ones of whom I T m bereft, And I sigh for the old place again. Chorus. Take me home to the place where my little ones sleep, Poor massa lies buried close by, O'er the graves of the loved ones I long to weep, And among them to rest when I die. Take me home to the place where the orange trees grow, To my cot in the evergreen shade, Where the flowers on the river's green margin may blow Their sweets on the bank where we played. The path to our cottage they say has grown green, And the place is quite lonely around, And I know that the smiles and the forms I have seen, Now lie deep iri the dark mossy ground. Chorus. Take me home, &e. Take me home, let me see what is left that I knew Can it be that the old house is gone ? The dear friends of my childhood indeed must be few, And I must lament all alone. ' But yet I'll return to the place of my birth, Where my children have played at the door, Where they pulled the white blossoms that garnished the earth Which will echo their footsteps no more. Choru*. Take me home, &e. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 19 Pompey's Trip to New York. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Henry M'Caffrey, Baltimore. I came to New York city, a month or two ago, A-hunting for that lady, my Aunty Sarah Rowe. I saw her friends ; they said she'd gone away, They told me in the city it was no use to stay. She take away the dollars and put them in her pocket, She laid her hand upon it, and there she safely lock it ; They said if massa come for me, then they would quickly meet And make a lion of me, and give me enough to eat. Chorus. Oh ! oh ! oh ! my Aunty Sarah Rowe ! How could you leave the country, and sarve this darkey so ? They treated this here child as tho' he was a Turk, Then told me for to leave them and go away to work; I couldn't get no work, I couldn't get no dinner, And then I wish this fugitive was back in old Virginny. Oh ! when I was a picanin, old Uncle Tom would say, Be true unto your master and never run away. He told me this at home, he told me so at parting, Pomp, don't you trust the white folks, for they are quite unsartin. Chorus. Oh! oh! oh! &e. Old massa's very kind, old missus\gentle too, And much I love my Dinah, in old Virginny true. Now I'll go back and stay there, and never more will roam Lor' bless the Southern ladies, and my old Southern home. But don't come back, Aunt Sarah, in England make a fuss, Go talk against your country, put money in your purse, And when we happy darkies you pity in your prayer, Oh ! don't forget the WHITE SLAVES that's starvin' over there ! Chorus. Oh ! oh ! oh ! &c. 20 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The Old Churchyard. Music, "with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Steward & Co., No. 210, Chesnut Street, Philadelphia. Tread softly round, here lie the dead Beneath the grassy mound, And death is here, in silence spread All is gloom around ; Tread softly then, though cold it blows, All must soon decay, And the folks I loved, beneath repose - They have passed away. Chorus. Qh, when I lay me down to rest In the ground so cold and hard, Bury me by the folks I love the best, Bury me in the old churchyard. Cold winter made the old house creak, For all was dark outside, And tears roll down my mother's cheek, Sitting by the fireside. Of another home she oft would tell, And gently shake her hand, A home where all good darkies dwell Far in another land. Chorus. Oh, when I lay me down to rest, &c. Yes, years have fled since childhood's time And I was happy then, The churchyard's wall I used to climb With my brother Ben. In the old churchyard he sleeps Beside my mother dear, The churchyard bell tolls, the darkies weei For the folks that are sleeping here. Chorus. Oh, when I lay me down to rest, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 21 Sally Primer. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co., Is 7 ew York. I courted Sally Primer, a little while ago ; I thought we were exactly matched, But found it was no go. I told her I would hang myself if she didn't marry me , She, smiling, turned to me and said : Marry you ! why, no " sir-ee." Chorus. Lovely Sally, charming Sally, Do not treat him so, For if you do he'll go and drown, Or shoot himself I know. I took my Sally walking out, one pleasant afternoon, And down Broadway we went so gay, To Taylor's new saloon. I read the "bill of fare," and asked, What will you have, my dear ? She eat three stews with six ice creams, And a quart of lager beer. Chorus. Lovely Sally, &c. To make her presents, I went and pawned the coat from off my back, And when she'd got them all, she took And then gave me the sack. They say she's got another " beau," and sweetly smiles upon him, But if he ever marries her May the Lord have v mercy on him. Chorus. Lovely Sally, &c. 22 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. My Childhood's Happy Home. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firtb, Pond & Co., New York. Oh, give me back my home again, my childhood's happy dream, When onward, free from grief or pain, flowed life's untroubled stream Tho' borne across the foaming sea, to distant climes I roam, Still memory fondly clings to thee, my childhood's happy home. Chorus. My home, my home, my childhood's happy home, Still memory fondly clings to thee, my childhood's happy home. And when my toilsome journey's o'er, and life draws near its close, I'll turn unto my native shore, to seek my wished repose And then thro' weary sorrows passed, the evening bright will come, And then rny sun will set at last, in childhood's happy home. Chorus. My home, my home, my childhood's happy home And then my sun will set at last, in childhood's happy home. Emma Gray. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Henry M'Caffrey, Baltimore. Fairest coloured blossom, Louisiana's pride, Fairer is my Emma Gray Than all else beside. Ever, ever happy, Joyous all the day, Venus never was so fair As my dear Emma Gray, CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. Ever, ever happy, Joyous all the day, Brighter than the morninjr, Is my lovely Emma Gray. Teeth of pearly whiteness, Eyes of darkest hue, Could you see my Emma dear, You would love her too. Sing-ing-, ever singing, In so sweet a lay, Birds may learn their gayest notes Of my dear Emma Gray. Chorus. Ever, ever happy, &c. 'Twas long ago I left her, Oh ! how my heart did swell, When taking Emma by the hand I said, My love, farewell. To-morrow I must leave you, I can no longer stay ; I'll go to Louisiana State To find my Emma Gray. Chorus. Ever, ever happy, &c. Katy Darling's Farewell to Dermot. (SEQUEL TO KATY DARLING.) Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, Published by Iftrth. Pond & Co., New York. They tell me I am dying, dearest Dermot, And my heart with the sorrow is sore, And my eyes with bitter tears are brimming When I think I shall see thee no more. Oh, we dreamed not when we parted By the wicket in the lane, When the wild birds were singing in the morning^ " That we should never meet again." 24 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. Fare thee well ! faree thee well ! For I'm going far away, dearest Dermot, Far away from the bright world and thee. I hear the angels singing up in heaven, And I know they are waiting for me. Thou'lt not forget the past, dearest Dermot, Nor that night in the sweet summer tide When I listened to thy words, low and loving, Till I promised to be thy bride. And oft in the purple twilight, When the flowers are all asleep, And the pure stars are looking on thee kindly, *' Thou wilt sit by my grave and weep." Chorus. Fare thee well ! fare thee well ! But I'll not forget thee, dearest Dermot, And my soul, ever loving and free, Will be stealing from the home of angels To the earth with a blessing for thee. Thou'st been to me a treasure, dearest Dermot, Thy love was the light of my life, And the last joy that withered in my bosom Was the hope of becoming thy wife. Oh ! how can I leave thee, darling, And never again see thy face ! Even death would be welcome, dearest Dermot, " If he found me in thy embrace." Chorus. Fare thee well ! fare thee well ! But I will not forget thee, &c. Old Jumbo Gum, My Joe. Now gem'en of the coloured race, I pray you'll attention give, While I 'spress this 'stressing 'telligence That happen'd where I live. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 25 Way down in Canebreak Hollow, Where the 'possum come and go, In the evening 1 , at the close of day, Lived Jumbo Gum, my Joe. Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, my Joe, Old Jumbo Gum, my Joe. When Adam was created man, And Eve was made his brother, And Cain, the tiller of the ground, For them to eat the fodder, 'Twas then the great delusion came That filled the earth with woe, But none was there as could compare With Jumbo Gum, my Joe. Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, &c. Now Jumbo Gum, as you must know, Was relation to my mother, And uncle to my sister's aunt, And cousin to my father ; He was very much respected there, As genus is, you know, And a near relation to mysel Was Jumbo Gurn, my Joe. Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, &c. Old Jumbo Gum he 'dopted me When I was a little nigger. And made for me the good corn-cake, Until I grew much bigger. And when old age had frost his pate And made it white as snow, I loved him as a father's child, Old Jumbo Gum, my Joe. Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, my Joe. 3 26 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. One evening, on returning- home From cutting- sugar-cane, There lay the poor old darkey With the fever on his brain ; And through the live-long night Was filled with pain and woe, And 'fore the dawn of morning came Died Jumbo Gum, my Joe. Chorus. Old Jumbo Gum, &c. Amy Snow is Sleeping. Oh ! Amy Snow is sleeping now Where the lovely willows wave ; Beneath the greensward, gently there I made her quiet grave. Tender and kind I laid her down To take her long, last sleep, And frantic, in my grief I knelt, Beside her there to weep. Chorus. For Amy Snow, for Amy Snow, My tears they fell in vain, And useless are they all, I know, To bring her back again. She sleeps, and now will never wake, Although I call her oft, Beseech her by the might of love With gentle words and soft, That she will speak cnce more to me The words I love to hear ; The echo of my grief is all That falls upon my ear. Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c. And often at the midnight hour, With chill winds rushing by, I've laid me down upon her grave And prayed that I might die CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 27 Have clasped with agony the earth That covered that loved head, Which slept unheeding of my grief, Among the solemn dead. Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c. She sleeps, she sleeps, sweet be her rest, And waving branches fair Shall kiss the dew from off her grave, And shed their fragrance there. And when my life has passed away, Then gently lay me low Beneath the willows silently, By my loved Amy Snow. Chorus. For Amy Snow, &c. The Fancy Coloured Bull. Quartette: Oh! what enchanting pleasure, On the light bombastic toe To dance the Polka measure, Or through the waltz to go ! 'Specially with the Venus That holds your heart in thrall, What sweet words pass atween us At the Colour'd Fancy Ball. Solo : Now then, gentlemen, please to be quiet ; The ball is going to begin, All attempt at a muss or a riot Will cost you a kick on the shin. Take your places and mind that your heel Don't cause the fair ladies a fall, Or the vengeance of all you will feel That's 'sembled at this fancy ball. Glee : Now the music sweetly sounds, Bright eyes are glancing, Chassey, croisey, round and round Oh ! the joys of dancing ! 28 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Now is the time to whisper soft things, Sigh as if going to expire, Talk of that little blind boy that's got wings, And swear that your heart is on fire. Quartette : Oh, what enchanting pleasure, On the light bombastic toe To dance the Polka measure, Or through the waltz to go. Observe that lovely Juno With her luxuriant head of wool ; She beats all the gals that you know, I guess, above a jug full. Just look how she toes and heels it As she ballansays to the crowd, And that coloured gent seems to feel it, For no gobbler was ever more proud. Solo : See, he offers a glass of ice cream With a real silver spoon just stuck in it She takes it but surely I dream, For, by golly, 'tis gone in a minute ! Ah, she knows what ice cream is, no doubt, For she makes it herself ev'ry day ; And I know that gent totes it about, For I saw him last night in Broadway. Glee : See that nig in the blue satin vest, With his heel sticking out just a feet, sar, Cutting such capers, and doing his best To charm every gal that he meets, sar. Such a darkey as that has no right at this ball, Let's tell him to quit, and be off; He'd two years in Sing Sing, and came out last fall, For picking up things on the wharf. And now he takes his pleasure On his light bombastic toes. And dances the Polka measure, Or through the waltz he goes. Solo: See that policeman just entered the place, And he's caught that there nig by the collar, And the gals all turn pule in the face, And, golly, d'ye hour how they holler ! CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 29 Serves him right, he had no business here, To turn up his nose at his betters ! To the Tombs now he goes offj 'tis clear, * To have hajrtfs and feet put in fetters. .Glee : Juno's faulted quite away, Like ve^ small taters she feels, To see Massa Quashee, the pride of the day, In the jug 1 to be laid by the heels. But she'll soon be better, quite well I suppose, For see, Sam is biting her thumb, And holding a lighted cigar to her nose, And down her throat pouring some rum. Oh ! what enchanting pleasure To dance at a fancy ball, For joy it gives beyond all measure, Next day on your charmer to call. Wait for the Wagon. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by James E. Boswell, Baltimore. Will you come with me, my Phillis dear, to yon blue mountain/free, Where the , blossoms smell the sweetest, come, rove along with me ? Tt's ev'ry Sunday morning when I am by your side, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wpgon, And we'll all take a ride. Where the river runs like silver, and the birds they sing so sweet, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat. Come, listen to rny story, it will relieve my heart, So jump intc the wagon, and off we will start. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, &c. 30 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Do you believe, my Phillis dear, old Mike, with all his wealth, Can make you half so happy as I with youth and health? We'll have a little farm, a horse, a pig 1 and cow, And you will mind the dairy, while I do guide the plough. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, &c. Your lips are red as poppies, your hair so slick and neat, All braided up with dahlias, and hollyhocks so sweet. It's ev'ry Sunday morning, when I am by your side, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, &c. Together on life's journey we'll travel till we And if we have no trouble, we'll reach the h Then come with me, sweet Phillis, my dear, my bride, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Chorus. Wait for the wagon, &c. The Yaller Gal with the Josey on. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Benteen, Baltimore. I saw a dashing yaller gal, One day upon the levee ; Her form was round, her step was light, But, wa'nt her feet so heavy ? She cast a tender glance on me And then my heart was gone Oh ! she was the tearing yaller gal, That had a Josey on ! CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 31 Chorus. Oh ! yes, we all remember her, She used to hoe the corn ; But she's the darling 1 yaller gal, That had a Josey on ! I tipped my hat, and bowed so low, That I could hardly straig-hten ; And den I ax'd her quite perlite, That I for her was waitin'. She blushed quite blue, and then she said, " Your'e quite a dandy, John ;" Oh ! she was the tearing 1 yaller gal, That had a Josey on ! Chorus. Oh ! yes, we all remember her, &c I married her that very day, A week we lived in clover; But soon my loved one ran away With Joe, the cattle-drover. And now she troubles me no more, Good Lor' I'm glad she's gone ! For she was the tearing 1 yaller gal, That had a Josey on ! Chorus. Oh ! yes, we all remember her, &c. The Jolly Old Crow. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Lee & Walker, Philadelphia. On the limb of an oak sat a jolly old crow, And he chattered away with glee, glee, glee ; As he watched the farmer come out to sow, Says he, This is all for me, for me ! . Chorus. Look ! look ! how he scatters his seed all round, round, round, He is wonderful kind to the poor, poor, poor. If he'd empty it down in a big- pile on the ground, We could find it much letter I'm sure, I'm sure. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. I have watched all the tricks of this wonderful man Who has such regard for the crow, the crow, He lays out his grounds in a regular plan, And plants all his corn in a row, row, row. Chorus. Look ! look ! &c. He must have a very great fancy for me, For he has tried to entrap me enough, enough, But I've measured the distance as well as he, And when he comes, I'm off, I'm off. Chorus. Look ! look ! Caw ! caw ! &c. The Rose of Alabama. Away from Mississippi's vale, With my old hat there for a sail, I crossed upon a cotton-bale To Rose of Alabama. Chorus, Oh ! Brown Rosey, Rose of Alabama, A sweet tobacco posey is the Rose of Alao,.ia. I landed on a sandy bank, I sat upon a hollow plank, And there I made the banjo twank For Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. Oh ! after d'rec'ly, bye-and-bye, The moon rose white as Rosey's eye ; Then like a young coon out so sly, Stole Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. The river rolled, the crickets sing, The lightning-bug he flashed his wing, Then like a rope my arms I fling Round Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 33 I hug so long I cannot tell. For Rosey seemed to like it well; My banjo in the river fell, Oh ! Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. 'Like alligator after prey, I jump'd in, but it float away, But all the time it seem'd to say, Oh ! Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. And every night, in moon or shower, To hunt that l^anjo for an hour, 1 meet my sweet tobacco flower, My Rose of Alabama. Chorus. Oh ! Brown Rosey, &c. Rosa Lee r or Don't be Foolish, Joe. When I lived in Tennessee, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, There lived, too, sweet Rosa Lee, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. Eyes as dark as winter night, Lips as red as berry bright, When first I did her wooing go, She said, Now don't be foolish, Joe ! U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Happy then in Tennessee, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 'Neath the wild Banana tree. My story yet is to be told, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Rosa one day caught a cold, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 34 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Sent for doctor, sent for nurse, Doctor came, and she grew worse, I tried to make her smile, but no, She said, Now don't forget me, Joe ! U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Sad was I in Tennessee, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, 'Neath the wild Banana tree. They gave her up, no power could sa\e, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. She whisper'd, Follow to the grave, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. I took her hand, 'twas cold as death, S.o cold, I scarce could draw my breath, She saw my tears in sorrow flow, Then said, Farewell, my dearest Je 1 U-li, a-li, o-la, ee, Rosa sleeps in Tennessee, U-li, a-li, o-la, ee. 'Neath the wild Banana tree. *Our Hut on the Old Plantation. Far away down is the good old farm, Where we darkies used to dwell ; Oh ! how we've often longed to see The place we loved so well. There first we saw the morning sun, As it lighted up the sky ; Oh ! take us back to the sweet old spot, For there we all wish to die. Chorus. Then darkies sing, as on we roam, And tell throughout creation The happy times we had at home, Our hut on the old plantation. Father and mother, old now and gray, Still do hoe and shell the corn, While we, their children, work far away From the spot where we were born. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 35 From our old massa 'twas hard to part, He always was so good and kind, And could we search the world all o'er His like we ne'er should find. Chorus. Then darkies sing, &c. Oh, 'tis many years that we've been free, But here no longer we can stay, Our hearts they pine for our own little hut, Down in the South, far away. When will the happy time come round When we darkies may go home, And from that blessed good old farm, We never more need roam ? Chorus. Then darkies sing, &c. The Dandy Broadway Swell. Music, "with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by H. Watars, Broadway, New York. They may talk of dandy darkies, But they never see this coon A promenading Broadway, On a Sunday afternoon. I'm the sole delight of yaller gals The envy of the men Observe this child when he turns out, And talk of dandies then. Chorus. For I'm the grit, the go, the cheese, As every one may tell ; The darkey fair sex I'm sure to please ; I'm the dandy Broadway swell. My new sack-coat is padded, Just to make my shoulders broad : You'd think I was a Jupiter You would, upon my word. 4 36 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. I sometimes wear mustaches, But I lost them t'other day ; For the glue was bad, the wind was high, And so they blowed away. Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c. I sports a double eye-glass, That shuts up in a case; A black-silk stock, because it suits The 'spression of this face. My linen cuffs and collar, too, Look beautifully white ; And so, by gosh, I think they ought, For I wash 'em ev'ry night. Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c. I wears a gold-wash'd guard-chain, That I bought of Uncle Pete ; v But I left the watch for safety With a man in Chatham Street. With gloves, and cane, and fancy vest, French pantaloons and hat, With grand imperial, which I cut From the tail of our black cat. Chords. For I'm the grit, &e. I rather think Miss Chloe White Is growing quite forlorn ; I hear it in her dulcet voice, As she sweetly cries " Hot-corn !" She's up to the eyes in love with me, And so are twenty more, For I'm such a gay deceiver As they never saw before. For I'm the grit, &c. This darkey's name is Caesar Mars Napoleon Sinclair Brown; The biggest bug, de greatest coon, That ever walk'd this town. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 37 So take care, gals, and mind yourselves, For if I roll this eye, You'll give a shake, a sigh and groan, And then fall down and die. Chorus. For I'm the grit, &c. Dine and Joe. You are going o'er the mountain, Far away from your poor Dine ; I hope you'll ne'er forget the love Of her you leave behind. Oh ! I will dream of you, my love, Wherever you may go ; The tears will flow into my eyes When I think of you, dear Joe. When you promenade the streets, Joe, Or in the ball-room shine, Oh ! will you think of her that loves And bears you in her mind ? With a lady on your arm, Or sitting on your knee, " You'll be making love to her you're with," And never think of me. Oh ! I'll think of thee, dear Dine, Wherever I may roam ; My heart it will fly back to you And make me think of home. But if fortune leads the way, , You'll be ever in my mind ; Oh ! happy, happy will I be When I call you wife, dear Dine. If I was king of Africa, I would never from you roam ; I'd make you queen of this darkey's heart, And always stay at home. Oh ! my heart with love is breaking, Dine, I cannot leave you so On that she gave me one fond kiss, And said, Farewell, dear Joe-! 38 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Dearest Mae. Music, with Piano Fortp areompaniment, published by Peters, Cincinnati, Ohio. Now, darkies, come and listen, a story I'll relate, It happened in a valley in the old Carolina State. It was down in the meadow I used to make the hay ; I always work the harder when I think of lovely Mae. Chorus. Oh, dearest Mae, you're lovely as the day, Your eyes so bright, they shine at night, When the moon am gone away. My massa gave me holiday, I wish he'd give me more, I thanked him very kindly as I shoved my boat from shore, And down the river paddled, with a heart so light and free, To the cottage of my lovely Mae, I long'd so much to see. Chorus. Oh, dearest Mae, &c. On the bank of the river, where the trees they hang so low, When the coons among the branches play, arid the minx he keeps below, Oh ! there is the spot, and Mae, she looks so very sweet, Her eyes they sparkle like the stars, and her lips are red as beet. Chorus. Oh, dearest Mae, &c. Beneath the shady old oak tree, I've sat for many an hour, As happy as the little bird that sports among the flowers ; But, dearest Mae, I left her ; she cried when both we parted, I gave her a long and farewell kiss, and back to massa started. Chorus. Oh, dearest Mae, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 39 My master then was taken sick, and poor old man he died, And I was sold, way down below, close by the river side ; When lovely Mae did hear the news, she wilted like a flower, And now lies low, beneath the tree where the owl hoots every hour. Chorus. Oh, dearest Mae, &c. The Old Cottage Clock. MUFIC, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Henry M'Caffrey, Baltimore. Oh ! the old, old clock, of the household stock, Was the brightest thing and neatest ; Its hands, though old, had a touch of gold, And its chime still rung the sweetest; 'Twas a monitor, too, though its words were few, Yet they lived through nations altered ; And its voice, still strong, warned old and young, When the voice of friendship faltered. Chorus. "Tick tick !" it said ; "quick, quick to bed, For ten I've given warning ; Up, up, and go, or else, you know, You'll never rise soon in the morning !" A friendly voice was that old, old clock, As it stood in the corner smiling, And blessed the time, with a merry chirne, The wintry hours beguiling. But a cross old voice was that tiresome old clock, As it called at daybreak boldly, When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly. 4 40 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. "Tick tick I" it said ; "quick out of bed, For five I've given warning"; You'll never have health, you'll never have wealth, Unless you're up soon in the morning !" Still hourly the sound goes round and round, With a tone that ceases never, While tears are shed for the bright days fled, And the old friends lost forever ! Its heart beats on, though hearts are gone That warmer beat and stronger Its hands still move, though hands we love Are clasped on earth no longer ! Chorus. " Tick tick !" it said ; " to the church-yard bed, The grave hath given warning ! Then up and rise, and look to the skies, And prepare for a heavenly morning !" Coloured Fugitive's Lament. I went from the great house down to the kitchen, For to get a knot of light-wood, for to see to go a-fishin'. I ran to the river, and I hop into my coonah The first thing I ran afoul of was a little Yankee schooner. Massa Yankee he came running out to see what's goin' forward, And he 'suade me for to go with him and travel in the nor'ard, Where he told me that the black folks are freer than the white, For they sleep all the day-time and frolic all the night CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 41 And he'd 'sure me, if I ran away and got among the Quakers, That I would have a tract of land of several hundred acres. So Mas' Yankee hid me in the hold, and piled the onions 'pon me ; They fairly took my breath away, and made my eye- balls burn me. I work'd that vessel up the bay, I pull'd the rope and sail Massa Yankee introduced me to the cat-o'-nine-tail ; He 'scharged me on the wharf, and call'd me bad black man, And he never gave me one red cent to buy a little dram. And he said that if I cut up shines, and ask'd him for the pay, That he'd notify old massa for to come and take me 'way So I hung about the market, and I lived on cabbage- stalk, Till I got so goramity weak, I 'clare, I hardly walk. I sleep into a cellar, where there's twenty darkies more ; You would think 'twas smokey moty, if you ( was to hear them snore I constant getting sick, and I think I'm getting sicker ; (Young massa gave me picayune, to buy a glass of liquor.) But I wish that I was back again with old massa on the bay, For I never knowed I was a fool, till since I runried away; For I never wanted victuals, or I never wanted clothes, And I never hurt myself with work, that, goramity knows ! 42 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Linda's Gone to Baltimore. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth, Pond & Co., New York. Oh ! Linda's gone to Baltimore To stay a week or two, And till she comes safe home again, I don't know what to do. I take the banjo on my knee, But cannot bear to play, For music only makes me sad, When Linda's gone away. Chorus. Oh ! my heart is very lonely All the night and day; For everything seems sad and drear, s When Linda's gone away. I think of all the olden times We've had when she was here ; I did not know 'till she was gone That she was half so dear. The flowers are blooming all around, And all but me are gay, For all the time I think or dream Of Linda, far away. Chorus. Oh ! my heart is very lonely, &c. The' many years have passed and gone Since we were in our prime, I love her more as on we roam Adowri the vale of Time! How very much she thinks of me I should not dare to say, But, oh ! it almost breaks my heart When Linda's gone away. Chorus. Oh ! my heart is very lonely, &c. I CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Here Goes the Corn. Come, listen, all you Northerners, while I do just relate, What fun we darkies surely have, in old Virginny State. 'Tis true we work and then we eat, and that does make us fa t ; At night, we sing- and dance, and play, and all such things as that. Chorus Then sing aloud, and let your notes be on the breezes borne, The happiest song 1 that e'er was heard, Here goes, here goes the corn ! When frost has bit the hickory leaf, and the whippoor- will is gone, And possum he is good and fat, 'tis then you hear the horn. Oh ! happy sound, that tolls of fun and autumn's falling leaf, And eating possum gravy comes a-squashing through the teeth. Chorus. Then sing aloud, &,c. When massa gives the husking match ah ! then's the time for fun, And the corn all is put away, 'tis then the sport is just begun ; With a glass of grog, and supper too, each darkey shouts for joy, And every darkey tries to show which is the smartest boy. Chorus. Then sing, here goes : and shout, here goes ; ana sing, here goes the corn, &c. The fiddle in the barn is heard, which makes the darkies dance, And cut more science pigeon-wings than e'er was done in France. 44 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. We dance all night till break of day, and then lo home we go, And get a little sleep, and then to work we go, you know. Chorus. We work, here goes; we sing, here goes; we shout, here goes the corn, &c. Poor Lizzie Lee. In Tennessee, long time ago, Down by the river side, This darkey played the old banjo, And sweetly sung his bride. With my dear Lizzie I was glad, Her voice sweet music made, But now poor darkey's lone and sad, For Lizzie's in the grave ! Chorus. They laid her in the dark, cold ground, Her life they could not save, Arid this old man's gray hairs go down With sorrow to the grave ! Before she died, she said to me, " Dear Sambo, when I'm dead, I know you'll mourn for Lizzie Lee, And many tears you'll shed ; But do not grieve for me, I pray, I shall be happier far, In that sweet land that's far away, Beyond the twinkling star !" Chorus. They laid her in the dark, cold ground, &c. She's in the grave so dark and low, Close by the willow tree, And through the boughs the soft winds blow, And mourn for Lizzie Lee ! But her sweet spirit soared away, To heavenly mansions fair, And now I hope for that bright day When I shall meet her there ! Chorus. They laid her in the dark, cold ground, &c- CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 45 Old Sambo's Lament. No more this old darkey will hoe the corn, Or rise with the lark in the early morn, When o'er the plantation old massa's horn Calls me to till the soil. They were happy days, but they'll come no more, For old Sambo's journey is almost o'er, And soon he will be on that happy shore Where darkies do not toil. Then hush all your sighs, That this darkey dies, And goes to his home 'way up in the skies ; For he'll work no more On that blissful shore, Where care and trouble are forever o'er. No more will I hear the old tambo ring 1 , Or hear the darkey lads and lasses sing The plantation songs that round my memory cling", Now that I am dying. They do not know old Sambo is weeping, And that in the grave he will soon be sleeping, Where the woodbine round the tree is creeping, And the night-wind sighing. Let them sing and play 'Till the break of day, Then old Sambo's spirit will be far away, And no more will he Join their merry glee, But calmly sleep 'neath the magnolia tree. List Thee, My Dinah. The mantle of night has spread o'er the earth, And the stars shine with brightness above, And the pale moon has fully shed forth Her silvery form to hallow our love. 46 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. Then list thee, my Dinah, list thee, my dear 'Tis thy lover who calls, wake, oh ! wake ; Thy presence will nourish the love I bear Oh ! wake, dearest, wake, oh ! wake. Oh ! let my sigh reach the spot where you are, My misery of heart 'twill relieve ; Come, bless me, my Dinah, where'er you are, For without thee I'll sink in the grave. Chorus. Then list thee, &c. Wake, dearest, wake, this darkness shall brighten And in bliss all our fortunes will end, And the joy of my heart shall betoken How resistless is love to the end. Chorus. Then list thee, &c. Mary Dean. There was a time, long, long ago, When life and hope were young, And happiness, like music's flow, Dwelt trembling on the tongue. I loved, and was beloved by one Whose like was never seen, And would that fate had justice done To my poor Mary Dean. Chorus. This heart is sad, which did adore That lovely beauteous queen ; I would that I could see once more, My poor, lost Mary Dean. Oh ! she was good and kind of heart, And very fair to see, And through keen sorrow bore her part, And bore it cheerfully. Go search the world where'er you will, Her equal ne'er was seen ; I thought so then, I think so still, Of my lost Mary Dean. Chorus. This heart is sad, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 47 But, ah ! how swift those happy hours, Those sunny days, flew by ! Like summer's gay, but short Jived flowers, They blossom but to die. For on a winter's hapless day Death's shadow pass'd between Our love, and from me snatched away My darling Mary Dean. CI>oms. This heart is sad, &c. Full marfy a year hath passed since then, And many a bitter tear Hath fallen secretly and fast, For her who was so dear ; But one sole joy is left me yet, For in a clime serene, Where nought is mortal, I shall see Again my Mary Dean. Cliorus. Then, fare thee well, why grieve so sore For that dear beauteous queen We soon shall meet to part no more, Oh ! lovely Mary Dean. The Old Banjo I long for Saturday night to come, To my wife's house I will go, And there within my happy home I'll play the old banjo. When all the day I plant the corn And hill up many a row, I'm thinking of the evening-horn That brings the old banjo. Chorus. The old banjo, the old banjo The sweetest music in the world Is the old banjo. 5 48 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The pine-knot blazing- in the fire Will make a monstrous glow, And then this darkey most desire To pick on the old banjo. The white folks their piano stop And to my cabin go, To see the picaninnys hop, And hear, the old banjo. Chorus. The old banjo, &c. When all the world is going wrong And spirits mighty low, I almost wish I never was born To play on the old banjo. But all these troubles when I play Will fly like melted snow And then I sit the live-long day, And pick on my old banjo. Chorus. The old banjo, &c. Susey Saul. When I was young, not long ago, In Maryland I did dwell; 'Twas there I loved a yellow girl Oh ! wasn't she a belle ! Her form was round, not very tall And curly was her hair; The darkies said my Susey was The fuirest of the fair. Chorus. Then if you see my Susey dear, Speak kindly to her all ; Tell her the last words that I spoke, Were, My dearest Susey Saul. I took my love to a ball one night, 'Twas early in the fall, And 'fore three weeks had past away, I married Susey Saul. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 49 In a cot we lived together, Down by the river side ; How happy was this darkey then With my lovely yellow bride. Chorus. Then if you see my Susey dear, &c. While working in the field one day, Near the tree that grows so tall, Old Massa said he was going to sell My lovely Susey Saul. In vain I pleaded for my wife, That we might ne'er part; But cruelly he said, "No!" It almost broke my heart. Chorus. Then if you see rny Susey dear, &e. I have nothing left to live for now, My wife I'll see no more, For she died broken-hearted In the streets of Baltimore. And when I'm dead and buried, Beneath the old stone wall, Upon a slab these words you'll see, " He died for Susey Saul." Chorus. Then if you see rny Susey dear, &c. My Lovely Kate. 'Twas when I lived, some years ago, In old Kentucky Stute, That first I saw that lovely girl, My own, my darling Kate. We worked together on the farm, And led a happy life, And soon we loved each other so, I took her for my wife. oO CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. But now my heart is aching-, As the story I relate, And that heart with grief is breaking, For I lost my lovely Kate. Our Massa he was kind and good, And all the darkies tried To please him every way they could ; But soon, alas ! he died. Another white man took the farm, Harsh, cruel, and unkind ; And I was sold, down South to go, And leave poor Kate behind. Chorus. But now my heart is aching, &c. Our parting words were very sad, And, oh ! what anguish tore My bosom, at the thought that come, I'd never see her more. She promised to be ever true, Whate'er her fate might be, And ne'er forget the vows she'd made To love no one but me. Chorus. But now my heart is aching, &c. And now I'm left to live alone, And mourn my lovely Kate ; Oh ! how I wish we'd never met In old Kentucky State. But soon, I know, I'll follow her, And my parting breath shall tell, That, in the grave I'd wish to lie With her I loved so well. Chorus. Oh ! now my heart is aching, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 51 Poor Juba. Chorus. Strike up the banjo, sing- a merry song Strike up the banjo, strike it very strong; The moon is shining bright, boys, the winds have gone to rest Sing with all your might, boys, sing your very best. Poor Juba sits beneath the tree, Alone beside the well ; For death has killed his Emma Lee, The dark Kentucky belle. Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, Death ne'er struck a fairer blossom Juba has no tongue to tell Half the grief that rends his bosom. Ten thousand stars are shining bright, The flowers kiss the breeze, But Juba's soul is dark to-night, No starlight Juba sees. Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &c. Hard by, the little silvery stream Runs, singing on its way, But Juba sits, as in a dream ; His thoughts are far away. Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &c. Then gently, gently, darkies, sing, And sad the air shall be, For like a bird, with wandering wing 1 , Sits Juba 'neath the tree. Chorus. Handsome, charming, lovely belle, &,c. 52 CHRISTV'S PLANTATION MELODIES. i Flora May. I often think of my Southern home, Of its genial clirne so gay, And think it is strange I now do roam, Afar from my Flora May. Chorus. I'll return, I'll return I'll return to my Flora May ; I'll return, I'll return To where my heart once more'll be gay Daily I think of lovely Pedee, On whose banks I often have sat; Then I feel that I'm not so free, With my head in the freeman's hat. Chorus. I'll return, &c. Nightly I dream of the tamborine dance, Of the step of dear Flora May, And then when I awake from the trance, Sadness round my heart 'gin to play. Chorus. I'll return, &c. I often think of the cotton-fields, With Flora at work by my side, And then I think another one kneels, Asking her to become his bride. Chorus. I'll return, &c. There is no bite in the Southern breeze No cheek spread o'er with hectic glow; And if I stay here, my life will freeze So back to the Pedee I'll go. Chorus. I'll return, &c. Now I'll return to the Southern land, Ne'er again from it I'll stray, And once more with joy, my heart'll expand In the arms of sweet Flora May. Chorus. I'll return, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES 53 Boston Kate. I ve been through the United States, 'way down *o Baltimore ; I've been to Massachusetts Cape Cod along the shore ; Of all the gals I ever saw, in city or in State, There's none I ever saw to match along- with Boston Kate. Chorus. Oh ! Kate, rny charming Kate, My love is past expressing ; Of all the gals I ever saw, You^are the greatest blessing. I've seen the black gal of the North, the Creole of the South ; I've seen the gals of Maryland that are noted for their mouth To get myself in Hymen's bands has never been my fate, I'm waiting for a chance to sling myself to Boston Kate. Chorus. Oh ! Kate, my charming Kate, &c. Oh ! when I caw my Katy, this darkey throwed a sigh, But when she 'spressed her feelings, my tears they soon did dry; She told me that she loved me, but that I'd have to wait, Before I could get married to my sweet Boston Kate. Chorus. Oh ! Kate, my charming Kate, I love you to distraction, But now you are my own wife, I feel much gratifaction. 54 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. The Joys of July Four. Hark ! hark-ye ! along- our Columbian shore, The joy-bells all ringing 'tis July four ; Glad hearts are cheering 1 , amid the cannon's roar, To our glo-glorious Union, for ever-evermore. Chorus. For 'twas won by the brave, Who, tho' now in the grave, Ever live in our hearts, in our joys, in our songs. Joy beams on the earth now, joy beams in the air, Like spirits of heroes, descended to share At this feast to our birthright ; more love to inspire For our glo-glorious Union, all true hearts desire. Chorus. For 'twas won by the brave, &c. The bright red of our colours is streaming to-day, As freely stream'd forth in the battle's affray The blood of our fathers, on hill-side and plain, For our glo-glorious Union, again and again. Chorus. For 'twas won by the brave, &c. All honour to our banner, by land and by sea, The hope o' the oppressed, the cheer o' the free Sing, Our banner's fair stars, " lucky stars," ever they To our glo-glorious Union, from this natal day. Chorus. For 'twas won by the brave, &c. Sally Gates. As all the darkeys they have sung about their girls of late, I think that I will sing to you about my Sally Gates. Her eyes, they were so very bright ; her cheeks, they were so brown ; She is the greatest yaller girl that lives in this here town. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 55 Chorus. Oh ! Sally, oh ! Sally, oh ! charming Sally Gates, No other girl can match with you, in these United States. We rise in the morning before the break of day, And travel to the cottton-fields, though many a mile away; And happy passed the pleasant time with Sally by my side, And there she told me she would be none other than my bride. Chorus. Oh ! Sally, &c. But every pleasure has a pain, I've heard the white folks say ; My Sally met a sudden death down in the fields one day. As I to her was talking love, as she sat by my side, A black snake bit her on the foot she gave a grin mid died. Chorus. Oh ! Sally, &c. Old Massa he felt very bad when he saw that she was dead; With essence of sweet peppermint, he rubbed her woolly head ; But all his trouble was no use, 'twas ordered by the Fates, That black snake he should be the death of lovely Sally Gates. Chorus. Oh ! Sally, &c. Serephina Tell. Oh ! darkies, listen unto me, I'll tell you what befel A very fair young coloured girl, named Serephina Tell. She was so sweet and fancy, her eyes they were so bright, You'd think she was the new full moon, when she walked out at night. 56 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Chorus. Oh! Sercphina Tell, oh ! Serephina Tell, You are the sweetest coloured girl That in this town does dwell. I took her to a ball one night ; she was the raging bello And all the darkies fell in love with Serephina 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. Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c. I danced with her till morning light I saw its flashing beam, When she fell fainting in my arms, my lovely Serephine ; I asked her if I'd see her home her eyes upon me fell ; 'jhe said, Dear Sam, of course you can ! sweet Serephina Tell. Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c. I took her home that very night ; she never more arose, But down into the cotton-field her body does repose ; And now, white folks, my story's done, I hope it's pleased you well, For I shall never, never see, my Serephina Tell. Chorus. Oh ! Serephina Tell, &c. The Boot-black's Soliloquy. Dey may talk of " benefactors," but dis darkey t'inks for sartin Dat de greatest friend he eber had, was Massa Day and Martin ; He's de most enlightened gemman, in de blackin polish line, For if de darkey's brush do.n't break, de boot is bound to shine. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 57 Dis way ob brushin' on through life is radder funny, But neber mind ! I'll go it, till I gets a little money ; And marry Dinah Brown, one of nater's culler'd wixins; Oh, Moses ! can't she make clam broff, and all de little fixiris ! We'll hab a little cottage, at the foot of Can a] Street, All fitted up with second-handed furniture complete ; And while Dinah goes out washin', and cleanin' big- bug houses, I'll hab a shop in Chatham Street for renowatin' trouses. Den evenin's I'll lay back an' feast on cheese and cracker, An' smoke de best short sixes, and chaw the best tobaker ; An' teach the little darkies idear how to shoot Oh, Lor ! dare's Massa ringing, an' I hasn't done his boots Florence Lee. Oh ! the winter winds are sighing Over mount and valley low, As the Old Year lies a-dying On his pallid bed of snow ; And I hear the distant ringing Of St. Catharine's con vent- bell, And the nuns as they go singing, Chaunting slowly " All is well !" All is well !" I mutter mildly ; " All is well !" but not to me ; For I loved thee, oh! too wildly, Earth-lost angel, Florence Lee! Such a night of last December, On the last day of the year, Sat we then beside the embers, Whispering to each other cheer. As we welcomed the new-comer, Little thought we of the dearth Which the bright, long-looked-for summer Made around the homestead hearth ; 58 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Little thought we that the roses Thou wouldst never live to see ; For the cold earth now reposes On thy breast, dear Florence Lee ! Through the long-, long summer-hours Angel-hands, upon thy grave, Planted fair and beauteous flowers, For the soft south wind to wave : Where the dew-drops of the even Sparkled in the morning sun, As the stars in yonder heaven When the gaudy day is done : But the winds of autumn sadly Wailed along the sunny lea, Scattering all the leaflets madly O'er thy tomb, fair Florence Lee ! Oh ! the winter-winds are sighing Over mount and valley low, As the Old Year lies a-dying On his pallid bed of snow ; And I hear the distant ringing Of Saint Catherine's convent-bell. And the nuns as they go singing, Chanting slowly, " All is well !" * All is well !" I mutter mildly ; " All is well !" but not to me ; For I loved thee, oh ! too wildly, Love-lost angel, Florence Lee ! 'Way Down in Louisiana. 'Way down in Louisiana, Where the green pine grows so high, And the fragrant orange-blossoms With their sweets perfume the sky ; CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 59 Where fish swim in the river, And the 'coon sits on the tree, And the lovely Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls for me. Chorus. And the lovely Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls lor me. There droops the weeping-willow Where the rich magnolia grows j They have no winter weather, Nor any stormy snows ; But have cold ice in summer, When they take a little spree With the lubly Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls for me. Chorus. With the lovely Creole darkies, &c. They make the sweetest sugar, And they get the biggest price ; With plenty corn and cotton, And the finest kind o' rice. Then there's the big yam 'taters Oh ! massey, how sweet they be ! With the lovely Creole darkies, Oh ! they are the girls for me. Chorus. With the lovely Creole darkies, &c. No place like Louisiana, For the black man and the white j They work hard in the daytime, And they frolic all the night. If I was in that country, Oh ! how happy I would be With the lovely Creole darkies. Oh ! they are the girls for me. Chorus, With the lovely Creole darkies, &c. 6 60 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. Oh Hail! Darkies, Hail! FROM "ERNANI." Oh hail ! darkies, hail ! we come By water, by land, The gay minstrel band, To sing- you a song at home. Then blest was the song, That merry old song, That gave us the notion To put in commotion With music the world ! Old Massa growled like wrath, And swore it was a shame Old Missus, on the hearth, Kicked over all the crearn ! * But as the old churn cracked, Our duds we darkies packed Old Massa gave us money, And sent us on our jtmrney ; Away our course we took, And on and on we flew, 'Till all the darkies knew 'Twas Harmony that spoke ! Oft, when at home, on Nature's breast Soflly and calm we sunk to rest So soft, the flowers would scarcely move As lay we above ! But if we came forth singing there, Welling our music on the air, The birds hushed singing in the trees To list our glorious harmonies ! Farewell to those days ! , That peaceful old place We've loved well, so long, We yield us to song ! Yes ! we yield us to song * It is very common to see a churn standing by the fire, all winter through, among the people of the South. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 61 Now madly glad in varying 1 glee From time to time Comes forth the rolling music free In thunder chime ! And still we swell, from hearts so gay, Our songs sublime ! Banks of Susquehannah. On the banks of Susquehannah, When the leaves began to fall, There I met Miss Julia Tanner At a fancy darkey ball. Julia was a charming creature, Of winning hearts she had the knack, With beauties rare of form and feature, Pearly teeth, and skin so black, oh ! Chorus. Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner, I never saw such a pretty girl Since I left the Susquehannah. On the banks of Susquehannah, With the winter's frost and snow, Oft would I and Julia Tanner Both to balls and parties go; For I loved the angelic creature, And adored her night and day, But de most distressful feature Was the bills I had to pay, ah ! Chorus. Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner, She come it nicely o'er this child, On the banks of Susquehannah. On the banks of Susquehannah, When the spring was in its pride, Then I ask'd Miss Julia Tanner To become this darkey's bride ; 62 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. But the proud and haughty creature Looked with cold disdain on me, And with scorn on every feature Quickly answered, No-sir-ee, ah ! Chorus. Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner Oh ! Miss Julia Tanner ; I never saw such an ugly girl Since I left the Susquehannah ! Dinah Green* Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by F. D. Bentcen, Baltimore. Oh ! Dinah Green is the girl that I love, The pride of the town, my dark-eyed dove ; .She's as graceful and light as a kitten at play, And dances divinely, the white folks say. With the morning's sun to the fields I go, And work all day with my shovel and hoe ; But when he goes down, with my tamborine, I'm off to the cabin of Dinah Green. Chorus. Oh ! I long all day for the hour to come To paddle my skiff to my Dinah's home ; For many a moment of joy I've seen* In the cane-thatched cabin of Dinah Green. I hear that old Caesar has said, that his son Is to marry Miss Dinah as soon as she's won ; But Sam, I am certain, will never do that His heel is too long, and his nose is too flat. He may woo all night, he may woo all day, He may woo till the wool on his head turns grey ; He may groan till the tears from his eyelids start, But in vain he will knock at the door of her heart. Chorus. Oh ! I long all day, &c. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 03 One morning-, as Dinah lay asleep on the floor, A big 1 black cat came up to the door She smiled in her sleep, and the monster pressed His clay-cold lips to her beating- breast. She sprang- to the door and tried to speak, But we heard her not, her voice was weak ; And soon the flash of her deep, dark eye Grew dim and dull, and we saw her die. Chorus. And I long- no more for the hour to come To paddle my skiff to my Dinah's home ; And moments of joy are no longer seen In the cane-thatched cabin of Dinah Greea, Dandy Jim's Lament. I'm sitting- on the bale, Juba, Where we've sat the long- day, When the little darkies round us Were busy at their play. The cotton-plant was spring-ingvgreen, And the 'tatoe in the hill Shone yellow as the eyes, love, Of rny lost whip-poor-will. The times are little charig-cd, Juba, And your Jim is lonely now, And he wishes that the time was back When we exchanged the vow, When, blushing-, you stood by my side, With your soft hand locked in mine, And I took you to this breast, the bride Of Jim of Caroline. The little darkies, too, that once Clung- to the fond embrace Of you, who sleep so sweetly now, Have gone to another place. __ 64 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. And our old Massa, too, has died ; They laid him in his grave, And if in heaven we meet him, love, We'll be no more his slave. My head is getting gray, Juba, And this eye is growing dim ; My back's a little bent, love, And sharper is my shin. For sixty years have almost gone, And I long for the sweet time When the snow in the heart shall come Of Jim of Caroline. When Death has done his work, Juba, And this spirit's took its flight, I hope we'll not be sent, love, Down into endless night ; But if we see each other there, And the children, face to face, Why, we'll be happy then, Juba, In that sweet time of grace. My Valley Home, Good-bye. The sun from 'hind the hills was peeping-,. All nature was so bright and gay, The merry birds were nimbly leaping With joyous bounds from tree to tree. Such was the morning that I parted From all on earth I held most dear My parents, though near broken-hearted, Would try my gloomy thoughts to cheer. Chorus. My valley home, good-bye, good-bye, I'll ever think of thee A stranger I must live and die, My home I'll never see. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 65 My valley home, I loved it dearly, No other home I wish to see Oh ! but to part from it did grieve me ; It sheltered me in infancy. My parents dear, I left them weeping, 'Twas sorrow choked their last farewell Before I die could I but greet them, Oh ! then I would my sorrow quell. Chorus. My valley home, &c. Oft in my dreams I see my mother, And trace the tear-drop down her cheek Methinks she says, My child, come hither ; Oh ! where shall I my lost one seek ! Farewell ! my home, the vision's fleeting, A stranger now I'm forced to roam ; When life is o'er, above I'll meet them, Those dear ones of my valley home. Choi'us. My valley home, &c. We are Coming, Sister Mary. Founded on a superstition of a portion of the coloured race, that death is forewarned in " Dream Song." Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by firth, Pond & Co., J^ew York. On a stormy night in Winter, When the winds blew cold and wet, I heard some strains of music That I never can forget. I was sleeping in the cabin Where lived Mary, fair and young, When a light shone in the window, And a band of singers sung : Chorus. We are coming, sister Mary, We are coming bye-and-bye ; Be you ready, sister Mary, For the time is drawing nigh. DO CHRISTY S PLANTATION MELODIES* I tried to call my Mary, But my tongue would not obey Till the song- so strange had ended, And the singers flown away. Then I woke her from her slumber, And told her evVy thing But I could riot guess the meaning Of the song I heard them sing. Chorus. We are coming, &c. When the next night came, I heard them, And the third night too they sung, While I sat beside the pillow Of my Mary fair and young. As I watched I heard a rustling, Like the rustling of a wing; And beside my Mary's pillow, Very soon I heard them sing : Chorus. We are coming, &c. Then again I called my Mary, But my sorrow was complete, For I found her heart of kindness Had forever ceased to beat ; And I now am very lonely, From Summer round to Spring, And I oft, in midnight slumber, Seem to hear the same ones' sing : Cltorus. We are coming, &c. Old Times Come Again. Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Hall & Son, New York. Old times, old times, those good old times! When I was young and free, I heard the tuneful village chimes Down by the willow-tree. CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 67 My Corrie dear, beside me, With her hand clasped in mine, A heart at rest within my breast, In boyhood's happy prime. Chorus. Sing ! sing- ! and drown all grief and pain, For we will never, never see Such good old times again ! , And sure my home is nothing changed ; The birds are singing still, The flowers are springing where we ranged Down by the old corn-mill. The willows waving o'er me, Still sweetly shade my frame; But sleeping is my Corrie, And I am not the same. Chorus. Sing ! sing ! &e. Oh ! come again, ye good old times, Sweet, sunny, fresh and clear ; And let me hear those village chimes, And see my Corrie dear. If I could cry forever, My tears would be in vain, My heart from hope must sever ; They'll never come again I Chorus. Sing ! sing ! &c. Jim Brown's Address to his Sogers. FELLER-CITIZENS AND BRUDDER SOGERS ! I hab de super infilicity ob undressing a few words ob millumtary tictacs to your magnanimously insignificant and superbly extinguished corpse. Brudder sogers ! from dem days of de future dark ages, wat has passed down de ascending stream ob jieber-to-be-forgotteri oblibium, to de long-past mo- 68 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. ments ob de present time, de darkies, from whom dem coming- periods took their names, was, as your illiterated mental compa cities will clearly obliterate de origin, and confounders ob dat perceptible and distinctly invisible human greatness, which to use a well-known pane- legoloram is as clear and transparent to de opake vision, as a pellucid thousand ob de werry thickest kind ob hard-baked bricks ^ Pompey. Dat's berry good fust-rate ! Julius. Yes; I like dem bricks; dey hits me right in de eye, and I sees clearly t'rough dat portion ob de argument go on, General Brown. Brown. Brudder sogers, I am Julius. Dat's fust-rate dat's it, hurrah ! Brown. What do you applause for dere ? Jee wait till I git t'rough ! Pampey. Hurry up de cakes ! Julius. Go ahead; General ! Brown. Brudder sogers, dere arn no *casion for me to consummate your misspent time, by calling on you for your imbecile attention ! Julius. Dat's a fae* ! Brown. Yes, it am as de great poet so sublimely and ridiculously expresses it Brebity am de sole ob wit, And tedioushess am de ole heel-taps An' busted upper-ledders derefore, I will be brief. Julius. Go on, I'se done ! Brown. Has you den jes close dat coal-mine wat's excavated in your head, dat you call a mouf, till I'm done, too ! Julius. Go on, General, I'se satisfied wid your appology. Brown. Fellow-sogers let me compress upon your detrimental incapacities, de justly celebrated speech ob Captain Julicus Caesar, wot he made to Ensighn-Gene- /al Napoleon Bonaparte, when be succombed to, and vanquished Pompey de Great at de immemorial Battle ob de Nile which, you know, gem'en and scholars. was fought among dem wonders ob de vegetable world CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. 69 de " Egyptian Pyramids," at de summit ob de walley ol> de inexcusable Alps dese was dem berry dientical words " It will neber do to gib it up so, Mr. Brown !" Sobers. Hurrah ! Julius. What made him call Napoleon Mr. Brown? Brown. 'Case, 'cordin' to de best transplanters ob de Hitalian, Mr. Brown is short for Bonaparte. Julius. Yes, yes, dat's a fact Brown. Brudder sogers to perpetrate de words ob Sergeant Rolla my brave associates partners in my songs, my banjo and my bones can Jirn Brown's words add wigor to de energies which surprise your hearts ? All. No ! Dem oder chaps follow (when dey don't absquatulate) a leader what dey doesn't like we serbe a general we adore. Tell Santa Anna this, and tell him too, we want no change * from him,' (case if we did, he ain't got none to gib us) so we will call de roll, and pat it down to his account. Brown sings : I am a scienced darkie, my name's Jim Brown, I used to play de banjo all around de town. I heard de foe was sassy, and went to lend a hand, And instead of rnusicianers, I led a fighting band. I heard de bullets whistle, so I cut de gunner down, And all de bovs dey hollered out, "Dat chap's done Brown !" I fought at Buena Vista, on the well-remembered day, When Columbia lost her noble son, the daring Colonel Clay. With glory crowned, he nobly died, and gallantly he fell; While few of dose who butchered him, were left the tale to tell A bullet from a steady aim, laid half a dozen down, And p'raps dat musket wasn't owned by ole Jim Brown. I was down to Sarah Gordo, I shan't forget de day Twas de one when Santa Anna, like a hero, run away 70 CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. He went at such a rate, for fear de boys should find him, That he left his dinner, papers, and his wooden-leg behind him. If I had caught de gem'an, I guess I'd had some fun ; I'd had a piece ob paper signed, ole Bern, Bam, Bum. Dere's music in de horse-shoe, an 7 in de tin pan Music in dese darkies which you must understand j Dere's music in de pot, music in de kettle, Music in de knife and fork, when you eat your wietual j Music in de corn-cob biling on de fire, Music in dis darkey ole Virginny nebber tire I THE END, V CONTENTS. X Old Folks at Home Page 7 Oh ! Boys, carry me 'long 8 / Nelly Ely 10 Way down in Ca-i-ro 11 Dolcy Jones 12 Ring, ring cle Banjo 13 My Broddcr Gum 14 Camptown Races, or, Gwine to run all Night 15 De Days when I was young 17 Greeting to a Merry Key not Jenny Lind's 18 Old Aunty Brown 19 Medley Song 20 Do last ob de Cabbages 21 Julius from Kentucky 22 Rosa Bell / . 24 Parody " On Old Long Island's sea-girt Shore" 24 Jane Monroe 26 Nelly was a Lady 26 Julius' Bride 28 Ginger^ Wedding 29 Mary Blane 30 Witching Dinah Crow 31 Nancy Tease 32 Parody on "The Phantom Chorus" 33 FUHi-Hi, the Black Shaker's Song 34 Katy Dean 35 Uncle Ned 36 Old Uncle Edward 37 Gone to Alabama 38 Emma Snow 4G (3 inn-Tree Canoe, 41 The Virginia Rose-Bud; or, The Lost Child 42 1* (v) VI CONTENTS. Emma Dale *.... 43 Stop dat Knocking 44 Bowery Gals 45 The Haunted Well 46 We'll have a little Dance to-night, Boys 48 I wish I was in Ole Virginny 49 Rosa Dear 50 I'm off for Charleston 51 Poor Aunt Dinah 52 Come to de Ole Gum-Tree 54 Oh Come, Darkies, Come 55 Masea sound is Sleeping 55 Walk in the Parlour 56 Wake up, Mose ! the Engine's Coming 58 Dolly Day 59 Angelina Baker < 60 Melinda May 62 Kate Lorraine 63 She Sleeps in the Grave 64 The Darkey's Serenade 65 Joe ob Tennessee 65 Julia Green 67 Lynchburg Town 68 Negro's Seven Ages not Shakspeare's 69 FISHER & BROTHER Have the sole and exclusive right to publish, apart from the music, the words of the following songs : Old Folks at home. Oh ! Boys, carry me 'long. Nelly Ely. Way Down in Ca-i-ro. Dolcy Jones. King, Ring de Banjo. My Brodder Gum. CONTENTS OF CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. (No. 2.) Eulalie PAGE 7 Massa's in the Cold Ground 8 Ella Ree 9 I'll throw Myself away 10 The Old Folks are gone 11 What shall this Darkey do? 12 Oh ! Lemuel ! 14. Hither we come 15 Farewell, My Lilly Dear..... 16 Ding, Dong! or, The Darkies' Wedding 17 Julius's Trip to the World's Fair..... 18 Good Old Dinah 19 Uncle Tom's Gone to Rest 20 -Old Ned 21 The Old Corn Mill 22 Katy Darling 23 'Tilda Horn 25 Come, Darkies, Come 2ti Hush-a-bye, Baby 27 The Belle of Winy aw Bay 29 Poor Foolish Joe 30 Poor Old Joe 82 The Rose of Baltimore 82 The Dark' who "Totes" the Target 34 (5) 6 CONTEXTS. pThe Old Log ITut nt Home , :T" Aunt Dinah Roe 3 Night Funeral of a Slave 36 Porapey's Grave -i7 Seraphina Tell 38 Sweep-oh Refrain 39 The Darkey Sleighing Party 40 Dinah's Wedding-Day 41 The Darkey Blackbe-rrying Party ,. 42 Uncle Gabriel,, the Darkey General 44 Happy are jf^ Darkies so Gay 45 Would I were a Boy again 46 Santee's Rifer Side 47 Oh, Dearest Dine 48 The Coon-Hunter's Bride 49 My Lucy so Fair 50 Lizzy Lee 51 The Yellow Rose of Texas 62 Sarah Day 53 We'll have a little Dance To-night, Boys 54 Nelly Bell 55 Singing Darkey of the Ohio 56 The Old Virginia State 57 Jenny Lyle 58 The Girl from the South 59 Shining Moon 60 -The Old Jawbone 61 The Heart-broken Darkey 62 ^ Carry me Back to Old Virginia's Shore 63 Sueky Lane 64 Nancy Shore 65 Oh, Dinah Dear 66 ^ Old Virginia Never Tire 67 Susan Rayne 68 The M. P.'s Musical Invitation 69 See, Darkies, See 70 t CONTENTS OF CHRISTY'S PLANTATION MELODIES. (No. 3.) , My Old Kentucky Home, Good-Night PAGE 5 /Good Old Jeff 6 / Old Dog Tray 7 I Long for My Home in Kentuck' 8 Xily Dale 9 The Other Side of Jordan 10 Etty Way, or Good-bye. Boys , 12 Sweet Lilia Brown 13 She's Black, But That's no Matter 14 Ho! Ho! for Ginger Bluff 14 Will no Yaller Gal Marry Me? 15 Fare You Well! 16 Poor Old Jessy 17 Take Me Home 18 Pompey's Trip to New York 19 The Old Churchyard .. 20 Sally Primer 21 My Childhood's Happy Home .' 22 Emma Gray 22 Katy Darling's Farewell to Dermot 23 Old Jumb^gum, My Joe >..,... %.... 24 The Fancy Coloured^&fr ...\%..S. .;...**.. 27 /Wait for tffe Wagon j. 29 f The Yaller GalfWJth the Josey on 30 ^ -Tflfe JfJlly Ok^CroV..:*** .^Sta*.*. 31 / 3S/ 4 CONTENTS. . The Rose of Alabama 82 Rosa Lee, or Don't be Foolish, Joe.^fc 80 Our Hut on the Old Plantation !w. 34 The Dandy Broadway Swell 35 Dine and Joe 87 Dearest Mae * 38 The Old Cottage Clock , 39 Coloured Fugitive's Lament..! 40 Linda's Gone to Baltimore 42 Here Goes the Corn 43 Poor Lizzie Lee 44 Old Sambo's Lament 45 List Thee, My Dinah 45 Mary Dean 46 The Old Banjo 47 Susey Saul 48 My Lovely Kate 49 Poor Juba 51 Flora May 52 Boston Kate 53 The Joys of July Four 54 Sally Gates 54 Serephena Tell 55 The Boot-black's Soliloquy 56 Florence Lee 57 'Way down in Louisiana 58 Oh hail! Darkies, hail!' 60 Banks of Susquehannah 61 Dinah Green 62 Dandy Jim's Lament 63 My Valley Home, Good-bye 64 t We are Coming, Sister Mary 65 Old Times Come again 66 Jim Brown's Address to his Sogers 67