Jane Monroe.
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It was down in Louisiana,
Not many years ago,
I fell in lub wid a pretty gal,
And her name was Jane Monroe;
Her eyes was bright as diamonds,
Her teeth was white as snow—
Oh, de prettiest gal I eber saw,
Was charming Jane Monroe!
CHORUS.
But now she is far, far away,
And we hear from her ebery day;
And if she was here we’d have nothing to fear,
For we darkies all lub her so gay.
She was like a model,
From her head down to her toe,
And sprightly as de hopper grass,
Was charming Jane Monroe.
I’d rather be a slave for life,
And hab de corn to hoe,
Dan to be free, and lib widout
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she is far, far away, &c.
A darkey trader came one day,
And bought my gal from me,
And left me here alone to mourn
Beneaf de cypress-tree;
It fill’d my heart wid grief an’ pain,
To think dey’d treat me so,
But I live in hopes to meet again
My charming Jane Monroe.
But now she far, far away, &c.