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The Little Old Log Cabin

Im getting old and feeble now I cannot work no more
Ive laid the rusty bladed hoe to rest
Ole massa, and ole miss’s am dead dey’re sleeping side by side
There spirits now are ravin with the blest
De Scene am changed about the place the darkies are all gone
I’ll neber hear dem singing in de cane
And Im de only one dats left with this old dog of mine
And de little old log cabin in de lane

De chimneys fallin down and de roof am cavin in
I ant got long around here to remain
But de angels watches ober me when I lay me down to sleep
In dat little ole log cabin in de lane

It was a happy to me twas many years ago
When de darkies used to gather round de door
When de used to dance and sing at night I played the old banjo
But alas I cannot play it anymore
De hinges dy got rusted and de door has tumbled down
And de roof lets in the sunshine and de rain
And de only friend ive got now is this good old dog of mine
In de little ole log cabin in de lane

De footpath now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill
And de fences are all going to decay
And de creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill
De time has turned its cause de odder way
But I an’t got long to stay here and what little time I got
I’ll try and be contented to remain
Till death shall call my dog and me to find a better home
Than dat little ole log cabin in de lane

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The Maple Leaf Forever

In days of your, from britains shore
Walfe the dauntless hero came
And planted firm Britannias flag
On Canada’s fair domain
Here may it wave our boast or pride
And join in love together
The thistle, Shamrock Rose Entwine
The Maple Leaf forever

The Maple Leaf our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf Forever
God save Our King and Heaven bless
The Maple Leaf forever

At Queenston Heights and Lundy’s lane
Our brave Fathers side by side
For freedom, homes, and lov’d ones dear
Firmly stood and bravely died
And those dear rights which they maintained
We swear to yeild them never
Our watchword ever more shall be
The Maple Leaf Forever

Oh Dem Golden Slippers

Oh my golden slippers am laid away
Cause I don’t spect to wear em till my weddin day
And my long tail’d coat dat I loved so well
I will wear up in the chariot in de morn
And my long white robe dat I bought last June
Ise gwine to get chang’d Case it fits too soon
And the ole gray hoss dat I used to drive
I will hitch him to the chariot in de morn

Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
Because they look so neat
Oh dem golden slippers
Oh dem golden slippers
Golden slippers ise gwine to wear
To walk the golden street

Oh my ole banjo hangs on de wall
Cause it ain’t been tuned since away last fall
But de darks all say we will have a good time
When we ride up in de chairot in the morn
And Brother Ben and sister Luce
Dey will telegraph to Uncle Bacco Juice
What a great camp meeting der will be dat day
When we ride up in de chariot in de morn

So its good-by children I will have to go
Wher der rain don’t fall or de wind don’t blow
And yer winter coat why ye will not need
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn
But dem slippers must be nice and clean
And yer age must be just sweet sixteen
And yer white [bed] gloves yer will have to wear
When you ride up in de chariot in de morn

A Gay Caballero

I am a gay caballero
Coming from Rio Jan Ero
With nice oily hair and full of hot air
Im an expert at shooting the bull o
Im seeking a fair senueeto
Not thin and not too much meat o
I’ll woo her awhile in my Argentine style
I’ll cary her up off her feet o
I’ll tell her Im the nobilio
And live in a great big castill-o
I must have a Miss who will long for a kiss
She’ll not say don’t be so still-o

Twas at a swell cabaret 0
While wining and dining I met her
We drank one or two as other folks do
The night was wet but she got wetter
She told me her name was Astrollo
She said stick around me young fellow
Masquitoes they bite they’re awful tonight
And you smell like citremell-o
I can forget that Sonera while telling her [bawl] adore her
Asleep she did fall I didn’t mind it at all
But she was a terible snorer
She was a dancer and singer
At me she kept pointing her finger
And kept saying to me oh see see oh see
But I couldn’t see a darn thing-o
She told me she was so lonely
So i climbed upon her balcony
While under her spell I heard someone yell
Get away from her you big balogna
I swore I’d win this Senretta
I woed her upon the sofeta
Then her husband walked in what he did was a sin
I can still her the birds go tweet tweet twiter
Now I am a sad cabollero returning to Rio Janero
Im minus my hair a bruise here and there
For her husband chewed off my earo

Im a gay cabellero Back from Rio de Janero
And you bet your life I’ll be dodging the wife
And the hubby that chewed off my ear-o

Laurena

Way down up the old plantation
Many years old massa used me as a slave
He had a yellow gal he called Laurena
And we courted where the wild banana’s wave
The moon shone bright on Laurena
As we sat and watched the coons among the corn
The possom played around the wild bananas
And the old owl he hooted like a horn

Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come won’t you come to me again
Oh Laurena Dear Laurena
Won’t you come¬†won’t you come to me again

For three long years weve been courtin
And then we joined together two as one
And with hard labor we suppored massa
And the happiness of life had just begun
But one day old massa sold Laurena
And I though that this poor darkies heart would break
And he sent her far away down to old virgina
And he left me to morn for her sake

For for long years we’ve been parted
And the thoughts of her had never left my head
Till one day massa read me a letter
Telling me that Laurena she was dead
Oh this darky knows her soul has gone to heaven
And no more will she suffer grief and pain
And a bright robe and crown to her will be given
And no more will she wear the darkies chain

The Irishman’s Shanty

Did ye’s ever go into an Irishman’s shanty
Oh boys that’s the place where whiskey is plenty
Wid his pipe in his mouth there sits Paddy so free
No king in his palace is prouder than he

There’s a three-legged stool wid a table to match
And the door of the shanty is locked wid a latch
There’s a note feather mattress all bustin wid straw
For the want of a bed stead it lies on the floor

There’s a smug little bureau with out paint or gilt
Made of boards that were left when the shanty was built
There’s a three-cornered mirror that hangs on the wall
But ne’re a face has been in it at all

He has a pig in the sty and a cow in the stable
And he feeds them on scraps that is left from the table
They’d starve if confined so they roam at their ease [aiase]
And cam into the shanty whenever they plaise

He has three rooms in one kitchen bedroom and hall
And his [chist] it is three wooden pegs on the wall
Two suits of old clothes make his wardrobe complete
One to wear in the shanty the same on the street

There is one who partakes of his sorrows and joys
Attends to the shanty the girls and the boys
The kids he thinks more of their gold thats refined
But Biddy’s the jewel that’s set in his mind

My Darling Nellie Gray

Theres a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore
Where I whiled many happy hours away
While a sitting and a smiling by the little cottage door
Where lived my darling Nellie Gray

Oh my poor Nellie Gray they have taken her away
And I’ll never see my darling any more
I am sitting by the river and Im weeping all the day
Since youve gone from the old Kentucky shore

When the moon had climbed the mountain and the stars were shimmering to
Id take my darling Nellie Gray
And we’ed float down the river in my little red canoe
And my banjo sweetly I would play

One night I went to see her but shes gone the darkies say
The whiteman has bound her with his chain
He has taken her to Georgia there to wear her life away
While she toils mid the cotton and the cain

My eyes are getting blind and I cannot see my way
Hark I see someone knocking at my door
Oh I hear my angels calling and I see my Nellie Gray
Farewell to the old Kentucky shore

My Old Kentucky Home

The sunshines bright in the old Kentucky home
Tis summer the darkies are gay
The corntops ripe and the meadows in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day
The young folk roll on the little cabin floor
All merry and happy and bright
Bye by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home goodnight

Weep no more my lady oh weep no more to day
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home far away

They hunt no more for the possom 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’re my heart
With sorrow where all was delight
A time has come when the darkies have to part
Then my old Kendtucky home good-night

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 cane grows
A few more days for to tote the weary load
No matter twill never be light
A few more days till me totter on the raod
Then my old Kentucky home good-night

F.M.M
Dec 2nd 1933