| Way down upon the old plantation
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| Old Master used to own me as a slave
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| He had a little gal he’d call Lorena
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| And we courted where the wild bananas waved
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| For long years we courted and we were happy as one
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| I hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begun
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| No more the moon shines on Lorena
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| As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild banana
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| And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn
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| One day I went to see dear Lorena
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| I honked and she would meet me at the gate
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| But they took her away to old Virginie
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| And left me to morn for her fate
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| For years I longed to see her
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| Thoughts of her, as ever in my head
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| One day master 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 sit and watch the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild banana
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| And the old owl a-hootin' 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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| To her brighter crown it is given
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| And no more will she wear these darky’s chains
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| No more the moon shines on Lorena
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| As we sit and watch the coon among the corn
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| And the possum playing on the wild banana
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| And the old owl a-hootin' like a horn |