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THE FUGITIVE'S DREAM.
I dreamed last night of my old Kentucky home,
Of my old Kentueky home far away;
I thought old master and I were all alone
In the parlor about the break of day.
I thought old master was weeping like a child,
Said I, O, master, what is wrong?
He heard my voice, and he then began to smile,
Why, said he, what made you stay so long?
Of my old Kentueky home far away;
I thought old master and I were all alone
In the parlor about the break of day.
I thought old master was weeping like a child,
Said I, O, master, what is wrong?
He heard my voice, and he then began to smile,
Why, said he, what made you stay so long?
Weep no more, old master—
Weep no more, I pray;
I will sing one song at my old Kentucky home,
And return again to old Canada.
Weep no more, I pray;
I will sing one song at my old Kentucky home,
And return again to old Canada.
He says, my boy come and let us take a walk;
Thinks I, there's something yet behind;
And the first thing I know I'll be standing on the block,
Or be writhing 'neath a sweet “ninety nine,”
Says I, O master, I pray don't punish me!
I'm weary, my journey has been long;
I have been up North where the colored man is free,
Now I'll sing to you a sweet little song,
Thinks I, there's something yet behind;
And the first thing I know I'll be standing on the block,
Or be writhing 'neath a sweet “ninety nine,”
Says I, O master, I pray don't punish me!
I'm weary, my journey has been long;
I have been up North where the colored man is free,
Now I'll sing to you a sweet little song,
Weep no more, old master, &c.
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I have been up North to that “free and happy land;”
My brothers are all doing well.
They are free from chains, and they do not wear the brand;
And I've something better yet quite to tell;
There we all are men by the power of the law,
Our rights none dare to take away,
When we once get there, 'neath the British Lion's paw,
We can sing sweet music all the day.
My brothers are all doing well.
They are free from chains, and they do not wear the brand;
And I've something better yet quite to tell;
There we all are men by the power of the law,
Our rights none dare to take away,
When we once get there, 'neath the British Lion's paw,
We can sing sweet music all the day.
Weep no more, old master, &c.
I have served my time at my old Kentucky home;
My wages were nothing every day;
My bread was doubtful, and better I had none,
And you never gave me time e'en to pray.
By and by, one day, as a Trader came along,
He gave me a mighty pleasant look;
Thinks I, “old coon,” I had better now be gone,
For your motives I can read like a book.
My wages were nothing every day;
My bread was doubtful, and better I had none,
And you never gave me time e'en to pray.
By and by, one day, as a Trader came along,
He gave me a mighty pleasant look;
Thinks I, “old coon,” I had better now be gone,
For your motives I can read like a book.
Weep no more, old master, &c.
Now the moon shone bright, and the day began to break;
It was time for the Negro Horn to blow;
Then old master says you shall never see the Lake.
You are mine, I shall never let you go;
Then he gave one yell and the hounds began to bey;
He bolted the West parlor door—
I awoke from sleep just as we commenced the fray,
And beheld, 'twas a dream and nothing more.
It was time for the Negro Horn to blow;
Then old master says you shall never see the Lake.
You are mine, I shall never let you go;
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He bolted the West parlor door—
I awoke from sleep just as we commenced the fray,
And beheld, 'twas a dream and nothing more.
Weep no more, old master,
Weep no more, I pray;
I will sing one song of my old Kentucky home,
Of my old Kentucky home, far away.
Weep no more, I pray;
I will sing one song of my old Kentucky home,
Of my old Kentucky home, far away.
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