For her my heart is breaking.
But if ever I do go that way,
And she has not resign’d me,
I’ll reconcile my mind and stay
With the girl I left behind me.
’Tilda Horn.
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I was raised in Mississippi, where the sugar-cane grows tall,
And I loved a pretty yellow girl, much sweeter than them all.