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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 o'er 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.
Chorus:
Oh Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round, To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes o'er de ground.
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 posy De lily of de vale, Her voice is far de sweetest sound Dat floats upon de gale.
Chorus:
Oh Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round, To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes o'er de ground.
Massa give me money
To buy a peck of corn I'se guine to marry Dolly Day And build myself a barn; Den when I'm old and feeble, And when my head is grey, I'll trabble down de hill of life Along wid Dolly Day.
Chorus:
Oh Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round, To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes o'er de ground. |