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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’skeeters am a hummin’ on de honeysuckle vine,—
Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
Sandman am a comin’ to dis little coon of mine,—
Sleep, Kentucky Babe!
Silv’ry moon am shinin’ in de heabens up above,
Bobolink am pinin’ fo’ his little lady love:
Yo’ is mighty lucky,
Babe of old Kentucky,—
Close yo’ eyes... -
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,...