Dolly Day
I've told you 'bout de banjo,
De fiddle and de bow,
Likewise about de cottenfield,
De shubble and de hoe;
I've sung about de bulgine
Dat blew de folks away,
And now I'll sing a little song
About my Dolly Day.
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Oh Dolly Day looks so gay,
I run all round and round,
To hear her fairy footsteps play,
As she comes o'er de ground.
De fiddle and de bow,
Likewise about de cottenfield,
De shubble and de hoe;
I've sung about de bulgine
Dat blew de folks away,
And now I'll sing a little song
About my Dolly Day.
CHORUS
Oh Dolly Day looks so gay,
I run all round and round,
To hear her fairy footsteps play,
As she comes o'er de ground.
I like to see de clover
Dat grows about the lane,
I like to see de 'bacco plant,
I like de sugar cane;
But on de old plantation
Der's nothing half so gay,
Der's nothing dat I love so much
As my sweet Dolly Day.
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Dat grows about the lane,
I like to see de 'bacco plant,
I like de sugar cane;
But on de old plantation
Der's nothing half so gay,
Der's nothing dat I love so much
As my sweet Dolly Day.
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When de work is over
I make de banjo play,
And while I strike de dulcem notes,
I think of Dolly Day.
Here form is like a posy --
De lily of de vale,
Her voice is far de sweetest sound
Dat floats upon de gale.
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I make de banjo play,
And while I strike de dulcem notes,
I think of Dolly Day.
Here form is like a posy --
De lily of de vale,
Her voice is far de sweetest sound
Dat floats upon de gale.
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Massa give me money
To buy a peck of corn
I'se guine to marry Dolly Day
And build myself a barn;
Den when I'm old and feeble,
And when my head is grey,
I'll trabble down de hill of life
Along wid Dolly Day.
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To buy a peck of corn
I'se guine to marry Dolly Day
And build myself a barn;
Den when I'm old and feeble,
And when my head is grey,
I'll trabble down de hill of life
Along wid Dolly Day.
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