Nelly Was a Lady |
Stephen C. Foster, 1849
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. :|
2. Now Im unhappy and Im weeping, | 3. When I saw my Nelly in de morning, Smile till she opend up her eyes, Seemd like de light ob day a dawning, Jist fore de sun begin to rise. Chorus:
4. Close by de margin ob de water,
5. Down in de meadow mong de clober, |