^IHE ^HH ' '' ^^^^-~ ^^■^^■''^'^^v-.j^li' ' -' m QDRNELL UNIVERSr LIBRARIES ITHACA. NY. 1485^ Mbsic Library Lincoln Hall CORNELL UNIveHSITV LIBRAftY 1924 068 845 399 Cornell University Library The original of tiiis book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/cletails/cu31924068845399 OLD PLANTATION MELODIES ■ ^/>,--(^^^^6.^ THE OLD PLANTATION MELODIES WRITTEN and COMPOSED BY STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER WALTER KITTREDGE and others ILLUSTRATED BY CHARLES COPELAND and MARY HALLOCK FOOTE H. M. CALDWELL CO. PUBLISHERS o?o NEW YORK AND BOSTON Copyright, 1851, by Firth, Pond, & Company; iSyg, by Mrs. S. C. Foster and Mrs. Marion Foster Welch; 1SS7, by Ttcknor and Company. All rights reserved. Pub- lished by permission of Oliver Ditson & Company, owners of the Copyright. Copyright, 1S52, by Firth, Pond, and Company; 18S0, by Mrs. S. C. Foster and Mrs. Marion Foster Welch; and iSSS, by Ticknor and Company-. All rights reserocd. Published by permission of Oliver Ditson & Company, owners of the Copyright. Copyrigh'-. 185,?, BY Firth, Pond, and Company; iSSi, by Mrs. Mathew D. Wiley and Mrs. Marion Foster Welch; 18S7, by Ticknor and Company. All rights reserved. Published by permission of William A. Pond & Company, owners of the Copyright. Copyright, 1864, by Olr'ER Ditson and Company; 1890, by Ticknor and Company. All rights reserved. Used by permission of Oliver Ditson and Company, owners of the Copyright. Copyright, 1865, BY Root and Cady; and 1S8S, by Ticknor and Company. All rights reserved. Published by permission of S. Brainard's Sons, owners of the Copyright. Copyright, 1865, by Root and Cady; 1889, by Ticknor and Company. All rights reserved. Published by permission of S. Brainard's Sons, owners of the Copyright. Copyright, i883, by Mrs. Mathew D. Wiley and Mrs. Marion Foster Welsh, and Tick- nor & Company. All rights reserved. PubHshed by permission of William A. Pond & Company, joint owners of the Copyright. CONTENTS PAGE MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME ii By Stephen Collins Foster. THE SUAVANEE RIVER 39 By Stephens Collins Foster. TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND .... 67 By Walter Kittrcdge. MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA 93 By Henry C. Work. MASSA'S IN THE COLD, COLD GROUND . . .119 By Stephen Collins Foster. TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP! THE BOYS ARE MARCHING . 145 By George F. Root. NELLIE WAS A LADY 171 By Stephen Collins Foster. ^^^r<^-s?. Vvi MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GOOD NIGHT! The 8UQ ahinea bright id the old Kentuck.-y hpcQ&'' ./ 'TW' summer, the dark-eys are i ^^m^^^ m^-i^j^ ^ ^^EE^E^ ,^'^-H^^h^ corn • jrop'e ripe ^^^/Z' "^^e meadow's in the bloom, While the ^^ F^P^^ WW birds ma ku mU'-Me^ jU fflieda* young folks roll on" the lit- tie cab-in floor, All m H (—J i^^^—^-r-^ — , — .i-j-..; ^ .^! i^ n - by Hard Times cornea a- T lie^ my p\d Kentuck-y Home, good - night! _^''-'^ -, knocking it il = 94| fe: m COPYRIGHT, 1853, by FiRTH, ro,\D, AND COMPANY; 1881, by Mrs. Mathew D. Wiley and Mrs. MARION Foster Welch ; 1887, by Ticknor and Co^^ipany, — All rights reserved. MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME, GOOD-NIGHT T HE sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home; T is summer, the darkeys 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 ! CHORUS. Weep no more, my lady; Oh, weep no more to-day ! We will sing one 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 the 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 darkeys 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 grow ; A few more days for to tote the weary load, — No matter, 't will never be light ; A few more days till we totter on the road, — Then my old Kentucky Home, good-night! Chorus. 4' e ■nvm^ i'i" e.. iiiF'i"^^-'^'^" 'j I ( ' / ^ ' 'llll'lf* C will fiF\^ ©Pw^y^eiW '"iJlli I ^ jCraf? will ki^ve t© l*e^d, 4r I @ twill s\e¥ep be hjKt; Sm©pe. d^y/ ii CHRISTINE NILSSON ■\S SHE APPEARED WHEN SINGING "THE SWANEE RIVER/' OLD FOLKS AT HOME. I Obi darkeys^ l\(jv^i^ hb^ grows wea - ry, Far from de old folks at home. Copyright, 1851, by Firth, pond, & Co.; 1879, by Mrs. S. C. Foster and Mrs. Marion Foster Welch j 18S7, by TiCKNOR AND COMPANY. — ^// rights reserved. OLD FOLKS AT HOME. WAY down upon de Swanee ribber, Far, far away, Dere's wha my heart is turning ebber, Dere 's wlia de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam, Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. CHORUS. All de world am sad and dreary, Ebrywhere I roam ; Oh, darkeys, how my heart grows weary Far from de old folks at home I All round de little farm I wander'd When I was young ; Den many happy days I squander'd. Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder, Happy was I ; Oh, take me to my kind old mudder ! Dere let me live and die. Chorus One little hut among de bushes, One dat I love. Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes. No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a-humming All round de comb ? When will I hear de banjo tumming, Down in my good old home ? Chorus. "•k^\^ »=' -""• ■*"^ 'r^ I'f ' ° Jl " " )ap'e^ wk^ dt @lJ /© : Jif^jtl- •t& s:-/-- - ^"■ ^^■"K^^.^ till I®i\JiJ\J /©P d<^ '®l&. •^ fi,W af\''WHl l/ee'lde bee/ /'^ ^ hcs\(w ©ne! TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND. , Tempo dx maTcia. —0 »— We 're tent - ing to - night on the old Camp ground. Give . us a song to m cheer Oiu- wea - ry hearts, a song of home, And^friertdfiVyl 'i( u \^ y ^ Tent-ing ^to-nighti Tent-iug to-night. Tenting on the old Campground. COPYRIGHT, 1864 by Oliver Ditson and Company; 1890, by ticknor and Company. AU rights rcsiii'ed. TENTING ON THE OLD CAMP GROUND. W''E 'RE tenting to-night on the old Camp ground ; Give us a song to cheer Our weary hearts, — a song of home, And friends we love so dear. CHORUS. Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, Wishing for the war to cease ; Many are the hearts looking for the right To see the dawn of peace. Tenting to-night, Tenting to-night, Tenting on the old Camp ground. We 've been tenting to-night on the old Camp ground, Thinking of days gone by, Of the lov'd ones at home that gave us the hand, And the tear that said, " Good bye! " Chorus. We are tired of war on the old Camp ground : Many are dead and gone Of the brave and true who 've left their homes ; Others have been wounded long. Chorus. We 've been fighting to-day on the old Camp ground, Many are lying near ; Some are dead, and some are dying. Many are in tears. CHORUS. Many are the hearts that are weary to-night Wishing for the war to cease ; Many are the hearts looking for the right To see the dawn of peace. Dying to-night. Dying to-night. Dying on the old Camp ground. ■^f\ ^Ke ©Id C^mp ^F®urid , we f©ve so ^e^p-. eve pe.er\ hMS ,e i©v a ©r\es ^ve us ^ ik^i 'C^id QooJ bye! e ape Hpedl ©/ w^p ^i|^fv'\^^^^ ike old C^np Jp^md, kC^ m (' > 1 ,' * ^'gw^n ^r\V a^^ lvir\' t©Q^^ one ^pe dle^c ^rvY ^ MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. Bnng the good old bu - gle, boya, we'll smg an - olh - er song — Copyright, 18G3, by Root and Cady ; i8S3, by Ticknor and Company.—^// rights reserved. MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. WRITTEN IN HONOR OF SHERMAN'S FAMOUS MARCH FROM " ATLANTA TO THE SEA." T)RING the good old bugle, boys, we'll sing another song — -L-' Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along — Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia. CHORUS. "Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the jubilee! Hurrah ! Hurrah ! the flag that makes you free ! " So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea. While we were marching through Georgia. How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound ! How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found! How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus, Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears. When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years; Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus. " Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast ! " So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a handsome boast; Had they not forgot, alas ! to reckon with the host, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus. So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train, — Sixty miles in latitude, three hundred to the main; Treason fled before us, for resistance was in vain, While we were marching through Georgia. Chorus. die bov-'. J Tft &\sf\d, -.«,// ' W^Fe. CeW, i^^ ? ■> ^^ t^yf^ d^ fe^^-^F®p flew J TRAMP! TRAMP! TRAMP Tempo di Mama. P w=^ ^ M^-^^-^^^^^^m^ m^ i: ^^^^^^^ 1. In the pris - on cell I sit Think -ing, moth-er dear, of you, And our bright and hap - py home eo far a - way, And the tears they fill my eyea Suite of m^m^^mi^^M all th&t I Wban do, Tb\ugh I try to cheer my com - radp^ijkkM Jbe gay. m^^ our own bc-lov-ed home , comrades, they will come. Tramp.'tramp tTimpHhiy,t)rJV8aremarclimgon O chetr up> com - rades, they will come, And be- ¥ mm^m^m^s^ neath the star - ry flag We shall breathe the air a-gam, Of the free-land in our own be-lov-ed home. ^^^m^^^^ T=f- Copyright, ,865, by Root and Cady ; 1889. by ticknor and Coufaxy. —^ u r.'^Ms rts^rvej. TRAMP I TRAMP I TRAMP I r 'N the prison cell I sit Thinking, mother dear, of you, And our bright and happy home so far away, And the tears they fill my eyes, Spite of all that I can do, The' I try to cheer my comrades and be gay. CHORUS. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching; Cheer up, comrades, they will come, And beneath the starry flag We shall breathe the air again Of the free-land in our own beloved home. In the battle front we stood When their fiercest charge they made, And they swept us off a hundred men or more. But before we reached their lines They were beaten back dismayed, And we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er. Chorus. So within the prison cell We are waiting for the day That shall come to open wide the iron door. And the hollow eye grows bright. And the poor heart almost gay. As we think of seeing home and friends once more. Chorus. ^m/^'l'^ iHe, ppSjoa h!T\ki(\^ /YtRep cfeap, J' Or v@s lllTfirT^iTpiifipf|^i>ipi|p // 1 i t]r"'\ ^/l'", '-W.' V'^- © Hi nv e' ^rv C©nFa^ei Wpb^p^Jr^np, ]['panp> c p© ape. n^w> d\tr^ eeF up c®A.Fa.4ef t > » » "f^y wcpe bea.t»^ri back di^n^ytd, hd we Kc^F-^ t^^ cpy ^/ victvy "^'^ o'^P ^n4 ©'e4P. ©P 6. iF®rv ^©op. \^!\d tRe h©U®v/ eye ©S\C€. i*\©pg,,--» SIE ';,::,■,;■£: ;,:!;:■■, NELLY WAS A LADY. Adagto Toil de bt-1! lor lub ly Nel) — M7 dark Vir - gin - ny bride. ^ ^^mP^ ^m Copyright, iSSS, ey Willia^i A. Poxd axd Company and Ticknor and Company. —,-/// ^^v;^.'J■ rcscr-vcd. NELLY WAS A LADY. DOWN on de Mississippi floating, Long time I trabble on de way, All night de cotton-wood a-toting, Sing for my true-lub all de day. CHORUS. Nelly was a lady, Last night she died ; Toll de bell for lubly Nell, My dark Virginny bride. Now I 'm unhappy and 1 'm weeping, Can't tote de cotton-wood no more; Last night, while Nelly was a-sleeping, Death came a knockin' at de door. Chorus. When I saw my Nelly in de morning Smile till she open'd up her eyes, Seem'd like de light ob day a dawning Jist 'fore de sun begin to rise. Chorus. Close by de margin ob de water, Whar de lone weeping-willow grows, Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter ; Dar she in death may find repose. Chorus. Down in de meadow 'mong de clober. Walk wid my Nelly by my side ; Now all dem happy days am ober, Farewell, my dark Virginny bride. Chorus. J.^pdil)i-}g_ ]'1"]^U de belt /©P' lybly- |^all 'TT'f^f^O^^ \fi M^U, wUile l^elly a^t die c^©©?". ken \ jhvsf w [Jelly ecM iKa de U & ^ ^ dawwam^ , Jifi /©Fe- die. f\jrs. y e^. i!ii oh de w^teF, , e ierwe. |Weepia'^=WEU®w ^w&wf-, , I /J/: iri I Mir " "-^^^^^mii U Wf Wf.^ 11 Amu. y V- m-i y k wid My flatly 7/ ^^ © EeF, ■-^'* i'^' 'l^J ''^i