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SALLY WEAVER,
OR, ~l'M GWAN DOWN DE RIBBER"
As I walked out one summer's day,
I took my gun to shoot some game, I met a gal upon de way,
And Sally Weaver was her name, Her eyes dey glanced so bright and clear,
De lightning' bugs dey couldn't shine, I went and whispered in her ear,
"My lubly gal, will you be mine ?,r
CHORUS.
Oh ! I'm gwan down de ribber,
My skiff is by de shore, Oh, den farewell, poor Sally WeaTer
I'll nebber see you more r
I went down to her massa's place,
To ax him could she be my wife, But fust he slap me in de face.
And den he say he took my life. So Sal and me, we laid a plot,
To leave de diggins mighty soon, We went and took an ole flat-boat,
And started by de light de moon !
Oh ! I'm gwan down, &e. &c,
De boat it leaked, and Sal she cried,
For fear she to de bottom go ; She hugged up closely to my side, |
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