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At last I'd sucli a mighty woo,
That I could hardly without you!
But don 't weep, dear, 't is so long ago!
II.
I had to part from you, my dear,
But when I returned after half a year,
All piccaninies got jealous of me,
For you were the bell' of the village, you see!
How happy was I
To see you again,
It was but one day
But I'll keep it in brain.
And I went for a walk with you, very nice,
And we talked of spoons and of love, very wise,
And I kissed your pluckered lips so sweet,
And liked to kiss tlreim again, indeed!
So we spent that day, till I went home,
But for evenings there upon
When the sun had gone,
In the palmwoods I would often roam:
To think of your dark lovely eyes and your hair,
Much woollier than other niggergirls wear,
To think of your lipsI'a pressed on mine
And of your brownish hands, so fine!
Till the mornsun sent her first golden beam
I saw I was alonehere ended my dream
