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OVE my arm-chair, faithful Pompey, In the sunshine bright and strong, For this world is fading, Pompey&mdash; Massa won't be with you long; And I fain would hear the south wind Bring once more the sound to me Of the wavelets softly breaking On the shores of Tennessee.

&quot;Mournful though the ripples murmur As they still the story tell, How no vessels float the banner That I've loved so long and well, I shall listen to their music, Dreaming that again I see Stars and Stripes on sloop and shallop Sailing up the Tennessee.

&quot;And, Pompey, while old massa's waiting For Death's last despatch to come, If that exiled starry banner Should come proudly sailing home, You shall greet it, slave no longer; Voice and hand shall both be free That shout and point to Union colors On the waves of Tennessee.&quot;

&quot;Massa's berry kind to Pompey, But ole darkey's happy here,