| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 481. My Old Kentucky Home, Good-Night |
| | | By Stephen Collins Foster |
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| THE SUN shines bright in the old Kentucky home; | |
| T is summer, the darkeys are gay; | |
| The corn-tops ripe, and the meadows in the bloom, | |
| While the birds make music all the day. | |
| The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, | 5 |
| All merry, all happy and bright; | |
| By-n-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door: | |
| Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! | |
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| Weep no more, my lady, | |
| O, weep no more to-day! | 10 |
| We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, | |
| For the old Kentucky home, far away. | |
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| They hunt no more for the possum and the coon, | |
| On the meadow, the hill, and the shore; | |
| They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, | 15 |
| On the bench by the old cabin door. | |
| The day goes by like a shadow oer the heart, | |
| With sorrow, where all was delight; | |
| The time has come when the darkeys have to part: | |
| Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! | 20 |
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| The head must bow, and the back will have to bend, | |
| Wherever the darkey may go; | |
| A few more days, and the trouble all will end, | |
| In the field where the sugar-canes grow. | |
| A few more days for to tote the weary load, | 25 |
| No matter, t will never be light; | |
| A few more days till we totter on the road: | |
| Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! | |
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| Weep no more, my lady, | |
| O, weep no more to-day! | 30 |
| We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home, | |
| For the old Kentucky home, far away. | |
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