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2 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. The day goes by, like a shadow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was delight: The time has come when the darkies have to part, Then myold Kentucky Home, good-night! |
3 The head must bow and the back will
have to bend, Wherever the darkey may go: A few more days, and the trouble all "will end In the field where the sugar-canes grow. A- few more days for to tote the weary load, No matter, 'twill never be light, A few" more days till we totter on the road, Then myold Kentucky Homo.good-night! |
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