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Negro Song
THE SUN shines bright on our old Kentucky home; | |
| ’T is summer, the darkeys are gay; | |
| The corn top ’s ripe and the meadow ’s in the bloom, | |
| While the birds make music all the day; | |
| The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, | 5 |
| All merry, all happy, all bright; | |
| By’m by hard times comes a knockin’ at the door,— | |
| Then, my old Kentucky home, good night! | |
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CHORUS Weep no more, my lady; O, weep no more to-day! | |
| We ’ll sing one song for the old Kentucky home, | 10 |
| For our 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, | |
| On the bench by the old cabin door; | 15 |
| The day goes by, like the shadow o’er 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!
Weep no more, my lady, etc. | |
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| The head must bow, and the back will have to bend, | 20 |
| Wherever the darkey may go; | |
| A few more days, and the troubles all will end, | |
| In the field where the sugar-canes grow; | |
| A few more days to tote the weary load, | |
| No matter, it will never be light; | 25 |
| 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! | |
| We ’ll sing one song for the old Kentucky home, | |
| For our old Kentucky home far away. | 30 |
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