She Was Bred In Old Kentucky

[Verse 1] When a lad, I stood one day by a cottage far away, And to me that day, all nature seem'd more grand; For my Sue, with blushes red, had just promised we should wed, And I'd come to ask her mother for her hand.

As I told the old, old tale, of a love that n'er would fail, The grayhaired mother stroked her daughter's head, And I fancied I could trace just a tear on her kind face, As she placed my sweetheart's hand in mine and said,

[Chorus] She was bred in old Kentucky, Where the meadow grass is blue, There's the sunshine of the country, in her face and manner too; She was bred in old Kentucky, Take her boy, you're mighty lucky, When you marry a girl like Sue.

[Verse 2] Many years have pass'd away since that well remember'd day, When to that dear old Kentucky home I came; And my happiness thro' life, was my sweetheart friend and wife, For the sunshine in her heart remained the same.

I am sitting all alone, in the place we've long called home, For yesterday my darling passed away; Tho' in tears I think with joy of the day when but a oy, That I took her hand and heard her mother say,

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