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24. OLD BLACK JOE (9) 26. DE CAMPTOWN RACES (72) Gone are the days when my heart was â€" De Camptown ladies sing dis song, young and gay; Dooâ€"dah, dooâ€"dah! . Gone are my friends from the cottonâ€" De Camptown racetrack five miles long, fields away; Oh, dooâ€"dahâ€"day. Gone from the earth to a better land I See dem hosses round de bend, know, Dooâ€"dah, dooâ€"dah! I hear their gentle voices calling, Guess dat race ‘ll never end, "Old Black Joe!" Oh, dooâ€"dahâ€"day! Chorus: Ch.orus ‘ : ; : Gwine to run all night, I‘m coming, I‘m coming, Gwine to run all day. For my head is bending low; . _ I‘ll bet my money on de bobâ€"tail nag; I hear those gentle voices calling, Somebody bet on de bay. "Old Black Joe!" De 1 tail‘d filly an‘ de big black hoss, Why do I weep when my heart should Dgo_?{:,%, dooâ€"dah! £ feel no pain? ; Dey fly de track an‘ de both cut ‘cross, Why do I sigh that my friends come not Oh, dooâ€"dahâ€"day. , again ? Den blind hoss stick in a big mud hole, Grieving for forms now departed long Dooâ€"dah, dooâ€"dah! 1 }?go, Shetr a . Ming Can‘t touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, ear their gentle voices calli , dooâ€"dahâ€"day! "Old Black Joe!" c Oh, dooâ€"dahâ€"day Old mul: ; to de track Whert«_a ars the hearts once so happy and Doofi‘fihfydfigffigfiine oBuons Sraes, so Lrce : bobtail h his back, The children so dear that I held upon | on, qrordamday. "" ""C "* 4* my knee? Den fly along like a railroad car, Gone to the shore where my soul has Dooâ€"dah, dooâ€"dah! longed to go, f . Runnin‘ a race wid a shootin‘ star, I hear their gentle voices calling, Dooâ€"dah, dooâ€"dah! "Old Black Joe!" * â€" 1 25. OLD FOLKS AT HOME (8) 27. DEEP RIVER (25) | ‘Way ‘down upon the Swanee River, Deep river, my home is over Jordan; Far, far away, Deep river, Lord I want to cross over j Dere‘s where my heart is turning ever, into camp ground. Dere‘s where de old folks stay. O don‘t you want to go to that gospel All up and down de whole creation, feast, Sadly I roam, That promised land where all is peace ? | Still longing for de old plantation, Deep river, my home is over Jordan; And for de old folks at home. Deep river, Lord I want to cross over into camp ground. k Chorus: All de world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam; Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary, 28. HEAR DEM BELLS (58) Far from de old folks at home. ) Hear dem bells, Don‘t you hear dem All roun‘ de litle farm I wandered, hells! When I was young; They are ringin‘ out the glory of the | Den many happy days I squandered, Lamb. Many de songs I sung. Hallelujah! When I was playing with my brother, Don‘t you hear dem bells, Don‘t you hear Happy was I; dem bells! Oh! take me to my kind old mother, They are ringin‘ out the glory of the There let me live and die. i Lamb. " E V ER Y B O D Y $ 1 N G § " Page Six : 4 }