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28 t MY ABRAHAM.
But our troubles all would cease, And we would very soon have peace, If dey'd take de 'vice of Amos dat lives in Tennessee.
0 white folks, etc.
Oh, dere's no use to fight,
Each oder's wrongs to right, And I think de whole affair am a very sorry sight;
If dey would only take de stand,
And shake each oder by de hand!— Dat's de advice of Amos dat lives in Tennessee.
0 white folks, etc. |
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MY ABRAHAM.
Sung by S. S. Purdy.
My Abraham has gone away— He's gone across de dark-blue sea; And if he don't come back again, Twill fill my bosom full of pain.
Chorus.
And if he don't come back again,
'Twill fill my bosom full of pain,
My Abraham, why did you go.
And leave your true-love here alone ?
With pain my aching heart does swell,
Tor my affection—for my affection, none can tell. "With pain my aching heart does swell, For my affection—for my affection, none can tell
0 Abraham, 0 Abraham,
You are my dearest ducky lamb;
Your voice am like de owl dat sings—
You lubly Cupid, you lubly Cupid widout wings! Your voice am like de owl dat sings— You lubly Cupid, you lubly Cupid widout wings. |
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