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Oh, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah,
An' de plow's a-tumblin' down in de fiel', While de whippo'will's a-wailin' lak a mou'nah When his stubbo'n hea't is tryin' ha'd to yiel'. In de furrers whah de co'n was allus wavin', Now de weeds is growin' green an' rank an' tall; An' de swallers roun' de whole place is a-bravin' Lak dey thought deir folks had allus owned it all. An' de big house stan's all quiet lak an' solemn, Not a blessed soul in pa'lor, po'ch, er lawn; Not a guest, ner not a ca'iage lef' to haul 'em, Fu' de ones dat tu'ned de latch-string out air gone. An' de banjo's voice is silent in de qua'ters, D' ain't a hymn ner co'n-song ringin' in de air; But de murmur of a branch's passin' waters Is de only soun' dat breks de stillness dere. Whah's de da'kies, dem dat used to be a-dancin' Evry night befo' de ole cabin do'? Whah's de chillun, dem dat used to be a-prancin' Er a-rollin' in de san' er on de flo'? Whah's ole Uncle Mordecai an' Uncle Aaron? Whah's Aunt Doshy, Sam, an' Kit, an' all de res'? Whah's ole Tom de da'ky fiddlah, how's he farin'? Whah's de gals dat used to sing an' dance de bes'? Gone! not one o' dem is lef' to tell de story; Dey have lef de deah ole place to fall away. Couldn't one o' dem dat seed it in its glory Stay to watch it in de hour of decay? Dey have lef' de ole plantation to de swallers, But it hol's in me a lover till de las'; Fu' I fin' hyeah in de memory dat follers All dat loved me an' dat I loved in de pas'. So I'll stay an' watch de deah ole place an' tend it Ez I used to in de happy days gone by. 'Twell de othah Mastah thinks it's time to end it, An' calls me to my qua'ters in de sky. Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |