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Then you left Kentucky, that happy land,
To go away, back to the African strand,
And my happy times soon were at end
So you went
To that land
Leaving me
Near the sea
On the shore:
I saw you nevernever more
Pray don 't weep't is so very long ago
It happened in spring, and now it is cold,
My limbs are stiff and Coon is old,
But still I adore the pretty face
Of my sweet little girl of ancient days;
I'll never forget it, my dear,
And if I don 't see you again, which I fear,
W'll see us in Heaven, dear Selly, above;
Then give me more time to court and to love!
Coon.
