Courtin down in Tennessee, &c.
Dey gib her up, no power could save, U li a li o la e,
She ax me follow to her grave, U li a li o la e.
I take her hand, ’twas cold as death,
So cold I hardly draw my breff,
She saw my tear in sorrow flow,
And said, Farewell, my dearest, Joe, U li a li o la e.
Rosa sleeps in Tennessee, &c.