Camptown Races (Stephen Foster, 1850)

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1 amptown Races (Stephen oster, 850) The camptown ladies sing this song oo da doo da The amptown racetrack five miles long Oh de doo da day Went there with my hat caved in oo da doo da a back with a pocket full of tin Oh de doo da day Old muley cow ca on to the track oo dah doo dah The bob-tailed throwed her over his back Oh de doo dah day They fly along like a railroad car oo dah doo dah Running a race with a shooting star Oh de doo dah day horus oin to run all night, goin to run all day Sobody bet on the gray horus oin to run all night, goin to run all day Sobody bet on the gray The long tailed filly and the big black horse oo da doo da They fly the track, they both cut across Oh de doo da day The black horse stuck in a big mud hole oo da doo da an t touch the bottom with a ten foot pole Oh de doo da day See them flying on a ten mile heat oo da doo da Round the race track then repeat Oh de doo da day I win my money on the bob-tailed nag oo da doo da I keep my money in an old tow-bag Oh de doo da day horus oin to run all night, goin to run all day Sobody bet on the gray horus oin to run all night, goin to run all day Sobody bet on the gray hords Stephen oster Songs p. 0

2 Hard Tis o Again No More (Stephen oster, 85) Let us pause in life s pleasures 7 and count its many tears While we all sup sorrow with the poor sus There s a song that will linger 7 for ever in our ears Oh hard tis, co again sus Tis the song, the sigh of the wea ry Hard tis, hard tis co a gain 7 Many days you have lingered 7 a round my cabin door Oh hard tis, co again sus Tis the song, the sigh of the wea ry Hard tis, hard tis co a gain 7 Many days you have lingered 7 a round my cabin door Oh hard tis, co again sus While we seek mirth and beauty 7 and music light and gay There are frail forms fainting at the door sus Though their voices are silent, 7 their pleading looks will say Oh hard tis, co again sus There s a pale drooping maiden 7 who toils her life away With a worn out heart, whose better days are o er sus Though her voice it would be rry, 7 tis sighing all the day Oh hard tis, co again sus horus horus Tis a sigh that is wafted 7 across the troubled wave Tis a wail that is heard up on the shore sus Tis a dirge that is murmured 7 around the lowly grave Oh hard tis, co again sus Tis the song, the sigh of the wea ry Hard tis, hard tis co a gain 7 Many days you have lingered 7 a round my cabin door Oh hard tis, co again sus Oh hard tis, co again sus hords Ending ( ) 7 sus 7 p. 0 Stephen oster Songs

3 () Way down upon the Swanee River () ar, far away 7 () That s where my heart is turning ever () That s where the old 7 folks () stay horus () All the world 7 is sad and () dreary Everywhere I () roam 7 () Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary () ar from the old 7 folks at () ho Old olks At Ho (Swanee River) (Stephen oster, 85) horus () All up and down the whole creation () Sadly I roam 7 () Still longing for the old plantation () And for the old 7 folks at () ho () All the world 7 is sad and () dreary Everywhere I () roam 7 () Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary () ar from the old 7 folks at () ho () All round the little farm I wandered () When I was young 7 () Then many happy days I squandered () Many the songs 7 I () sung () When I was playing with my brother () Happy was I 7 () Oh, take to my kind old mother () There let live 7 and () die horus 6 5 () One little hut among the bushes () One that I love 7 () Still sadly to my m ry rushes () No matter where 7 I () rove () When shall I see the bees a humming () All round the comb 7 () When shall I hear the banjo strumming () own by my good 7 old () ho () All the world 7 is sad and () dreary Everywhere I () roam 7 () Oh, Lordy, how my heart grows weary () ar from the old 7 folks at () ho () Way down upon the Swanee River () ar, far away 7 () That s where my heart is turning ever () That s where the old 7 folks () stay hords 7 () 5 () Stephen oster Songs p. 0

4 Nelly Bly (Stephen oster, 850) Nelly Bly, Nelly Bly Bring the broom along We ll sweep the kitchen clean my dear And have a little song Poke the wood my lady love And make the fire burn Nelly Bly shuts her eye When she goes to sleep When she wakes up again Her eyeballs gin to peep The way she walks she lifts her foot And then she brings it down horus ( ) And while I take the banjo down ive the mush a turn Hey Nelly, ho Nelly Listen love to I ll sing for you, play for you A dulcet lody horus ( ) And when it lights there s music In that part of the town Hey Nelly, ho Nelly Listen love to I ll sing for you, play for you A dulcet lody hords Nelly Bly has a voice Like a turtle dove I hear it in the adow And I hear it in the grove Nelly Bly has a heart warm As a cup of tea And bigger than the sweet potatoe own in Tennes see Nelly Bly, Nelly Bly Never never sigh Never bring a tear drop To the corner of your eye or the pie is made of pumpkins And the mush is made of corn And there s corn and pumpkins plenty Love a lying in the barn horus ( ) Hey Nelly, ho Nelly Listen love to I ll sing for you, play for you A dulcet lody horus ( ) Hey Nelly, ho Nelly Listen love to I ll sing for you, play for you A dulcet lody p. 0 Stephen oster Songs

5 I ca from Alabama With a banjo on my knee 7 I had a dream the other night When everything was still 7 I m going to Louisiana My true love 7 for to see I thought I saw Susanna A coming down 7 the hill It rained all night the day I left The weather it was dry 7 A buckwheat cake was in her mouth A tear was in her eye 7 The sun so hot I froze to death Susanna don t 7 you cry Says I I m coming from the South Susanna don t 7 you cry (Stephen oster, 88) horus Oh don t you cry for 7 or I co from Alabama With a banjo 7 on my knee I jumped aboard the telegraph And traveled down the river 7 The lectric fluid magnified And killed five 7 hundred n The bull goin bust, the horse run off I really thought I d die 7 I shut my eyes to hold my breath Susanna don t 7 you cry horus Oh don t you cry for 7 or I co from Alabama With a banjo 7 on my knee I soon will be in New Orleans And then I ll look all round 7 And when I find Susanna I ll fall upon 7 the ground But if I do not find her Then I will surely die 7 And when I m dead and buried Susanna don t 7 you cry horus Oh don t you cry for 7 or I co from Alabama With a banjo 7 on my knee horus ( ) Oh don t you cry for 7 or I co from Alabama With a banjo 7 on my knee hords 7 Stephen oster Songs p. 05

6 Beautiful rear (Stephen oster, 86) IntroA E g Beautiful drear, wake m unto Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee Sounds of the rude world heard m in the day Lull d by the moonlight, have all pass d away Beautiful drear, queen of my song Am List while I woo thee 7 with soft lody one are the cares of life s m busy throng Beautiful drear, awake unto E7 Am Beautiful drear, awake unto Instruntal break (or just hum and strum) Am m E7 7 Beautiful drear, out m on the sea Mermaids are chanting the wild Lorelei Over the streamlet vapors m are borne Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn Beautiful drear, beam on my heart Am E en as the morn on the streamlet 7 and sea Then will all clouds of sorrow m depart Beautiful drear, awake unto E7 Am Beautiful drear, awake unto hords p. 06 Stephen oster Songs