Dolly Day

I've told you 'bout de banjo,

De fiddle and de bow,

Likewise about de cottonfield,

De shubble and de hoe;

I've sung about de bulgine

Dat blew de folks away,

And now I'll sing a little song

About my Dolly Day.

Chorus:

Oh! Dolly Day looks so gay,

I run all round and round,

To hear her fairy footsteps play,

As she comes oer de ground.

I like to see de clover

Dat grows about de lane,

I like to see de 'bacco plant,

I like de sugar cane;

But on de old plantation

Der's nothing half so gay,

Der's nothing dat I love so much

As my sweet Dolly Day.

When de work is over

I make de banjo play,

And while I strike de dulcem notes,

I think of Dolly Day.

Her form is like a spy

De lily of de vale

Her voice is far de sweetest sound

Dat floats upon de gale

Massa give me money

To buy a peck of corn

I'se guine to marry Dolly Day

And build myself a barn;

Dem when I'm old and feeble,

And when my head is grey,

Ill trabble down de hill of life

Along wid Dolly Day.