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136 My Old Kentucky Home.

sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home;

'Tis summer, the darkeys are gay;

The corn-top's ripe, and the meadow's in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day.

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,

All merry, all happy and bright;

By-'n'-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door:—

Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!

Weep no more, my lady,

O, 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 'possum 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'er the heart,

With sorrow, where all was delight;

The time has come when the darkeys have to part:—

Then my old Kentucky 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-canes grow.