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 5 An' dere I first did fall in lub Wid pretty Lucy Neal. Oh, poor Lucy Neal, dear Miss Lucy Neal, if I had you by my side how happy I should feel. I asked Miss Lucy would she hab me- How glad she make me feel, When she gib me her hand and heart, Ah, pretty Lucy Neal. And when de niggers gib a ball, Miss Lucy danced a reel, But none was dere dat could compare Wid my sweet Lucy Neal. Oh, poor Miss Lucy Neal, &c. My massa one day sell me, Because him say I steal, Which caused a separation Ob myself and Lucy Neal. Den I start away for England, In a boat dat go by wheel, And all de way along de sea I cry for my Lucy Neal. Oh, poor Miss Lucy Neal, &c. Miss Lucy she was taken sick, Through eating corn aud meal; De doctors dey did gib her up- Oh, poor Miss Lucy Neal! One day I got a letter, And jet black was the seal, It was de nouncement ob de death Of my poor Lucy Neal. Oh, poor Miss Lucy Neal, &c.

THE YALLER BUSH-A-BELLE. Composed and sung by Mr. S Cowell. As I walked out one moonlight night I met a fair maid-her eyes shone bright,