The sun shines bright in the 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,
All merry, all happy and bright;
By-’n’-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door:—
Then my old Kentucky...
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Way down upon de 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,
And for de old folks at home.All de world am sad and dreary,
Eberywhere I roam;
Oh,... -
Round de meadows am a-ringing
De darkeys’ mournful song,
While de mocking-bird am singing,
Happy as de day am long.
Where de ivy am a-creeping,
O’er de grassy mound,
Dere old massa am a-sleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.Down in de corn-field
Hear dat mournful sound:
All de darkeys... -
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,
All merry, all happy, all bright;
By’m by hard times comes a knockin’ at the door,—
Then,... -
Way down upon de 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,
And for de old folks at home.All de world am sad and dreary,
Ebery where I roam;
Oh,...