| Way down upon the old plantation
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| Old Massey used to own me as a slave
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| He had a yeller gal he called Lorena
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| And we courted where the wild bananas wave
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| For long years there we courted
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| And we were as happy as one
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| And my hard work for did Massey
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| And the happiness of life had just begun
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| No more the moon shines on Lorena
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| As we’d sit and watched the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild bananas
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| And the old owl a-hooting like a horn
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| One day I called to see my dear Lorena
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| I thought she would meet me at the gate
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| But they took her away to old Virginny
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| And left me to mourn for her fate
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| For years I had longed to see her
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| And the thoughts of her was ever in my head
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| One day Massey read me a letter
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| Telling me that Lorena she was dead
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| No more the moon shines on Lorena
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| As we’d sit and watched the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild bananas
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| And the old owl a-hooting like a horn
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| But I know that her soul has gone to heaven
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| And there she is ever free from pain
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| And to her a brighter crown is given
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| And no more she will wear the darkie’s chain
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| No more the moon shines on Lorena
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| As we’d sit and watched the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild bananas
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| And the old owl a-hooting like a horn |