The Little Octoroon
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Near the old Plantation, At the close of day, Stood the weary Mother and her child. Listning to the sounds Along the valleys way, While their hearts with hope were throbing wild! Chorus: Glory! glory! How the Freedmen sang! Glory! glory! How the old woods rang! Twas the loyal army Sweeping to the sea, Flinging out the banner of the Free! |
When the blazing campfires Gleamd amid the wood, And the boys were halting for the night. In her wondrous beauty Little Rosa stood Trembling and alone, before their sight. Chorus: |
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Fly, my precious darling, To the Union camp; I will keep the hounds and hunters here. Go right through the forest Through tis dark and damp, God will keep you, dear one, never fear. Chorus: |
Then the brave old gunner Took her in his arms, Thinking of his own dear ones at home. And through all the marches, And their rude alarms Safely brought the little Octoroon. Chorus: |