122—WE'LL HAVE A JUBILEE IN MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME
I've got a sneaky feeling 'round my heart
That I want to settle down,
I guess I'll pack my grip and take a trip
To a good old Southern town—
You can have your high-brow airs,
Just give me three good squares, with corn and 'lassus, served by Rastus.
I'll be tickled to death to know that I can stay right there
And I'll never care to roam,
Come along with me and have a jubilee
In my old Kentucky home.
123—MAMMY'S LITTLE COAL BLACK ROSE
You'd better dry your eyes my little Coal Black Rose,
You'd better go to sleep and let those eye-lids close.
'Cause you're dark, don't start a-pinin'.
You're a cloud with a silver linin'.
Though every old crow thinks h'es babe am white as snow
Your dear old mammy knows you're mighty like a rose.
And when the angels gave those kinky curls to you
They put a sunbeam in your disposition too, that's true,
And they just made you dark I s'pose
Cos' your heart's so white I guess dear
They's none left for the rest dear,
So don't you cry, don't you sigh
'Cause you're Mammy's little Coal Black Rose.
124—ARE YOU FROM DIXIE
Are you from Dixie, I said from Dixie,
Where the fields of cotton beckon to me;
I'm glad to see you, tell me how be you
And the friends I'm longing to see.
If you're from Alabama, Tennessee or Caroline,
Any place below the Mason-Dixon line,
Then you're from Dixie, hurrah for Dixie
Cause I'm from Dixie too.
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