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MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME

Music and lyrics by Stephen C. Foster


WARNING! These lyrics contain a word or words and sentiments that have long since become "un-socially correct". They are included here ONLY because they are historically correct IN THIS CONTEXT. If these words offend you, read no further.
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The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
'Tis summer, the darkies 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.

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Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more today!
We will sing a 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 that 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 darkies have to part,
Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

chorus

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 may grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,
No matter 'twill never be light.
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky Home, good night.

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