O'er his damp and swarthy brow,
Brushed a tear from off the eyelid,—
"O that she were with us now!"
"Pshaw! don't cry, Lem," said the mother,
"There's no need of that at all;
Massa said he'd bring her to us
When the nuts began to fall.
The pecans will soon be rattling
From the tall plantation trees,
She'll be here to help us pick them,