Dilla Burn.
I loved a little colored girl,
She lived in Tennessee,
She was not much to any one,
But all the world to me.
Her master used her very hard,
But mine, he used me well;
And how I pitied this poor girl,
There’s none but me can tell.
CHORUS.
I loved her long, I loved her strong,
She loved me in return;
But she left one day, and went away,
My pretty Dilla Burn.
My heart grew sad, I could not work,
And master wondered why;
I told him how she left one day,
And never said good-bye.
’Twas then I learn’d from his dear lip
That Dilla had been sold;
And how we severed had to be,
For a petty sum of gold.
I loved her long, &c.
But after that, it was not long,
Poor Dilla’s owner died;
When master bought her, good and kind
And gave her as my bride.
And now we’re happy in our cot,
And master’s pleased to see
How two fond hearts, that fondly loved,
Though black, can happy be.
I loved her long, &c.