| Away from Mississippi’s vale
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| With my ol' hat there for a sail
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| I crossed upon a cotton bale
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| To Rose of Alabamy
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| Cho: Oh brown Rosie
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| Rose of Alabamy
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| A sweet tobacco posey
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| Is my Rose of Alabamy
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| A sweet tobacco posey
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| Is my Rose of Alabamy
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| I landed on the far sand bank
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| I sat upon the hollow plank
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| And there I made the banjo twank
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| For Rose of Alabamy
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| Oh, arter d’rectly bye and bye
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| The moon rose white as Rosie’s eye
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| Den like a young coon out so sly
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| Stole Rose of Alabamy
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| I said sit down just where you please
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| Upon my lap she took her ease
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| «It's good to go upon the knees,»
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| Said Rose of Alabamy
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| The river rose; |
| the cricket sang
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| The lightnin' bug did flash his wing
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| Den like a rope my arms I fling
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| 'Round Rose of Alabamy
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| We hugged how long I cannot tell
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| My Rosie seemed to like it well
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| My banjo in the river fell
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| Oh Rose of Alabamy
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| Like alligator after prey
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| I jump in but it float away
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| And all the while it seem to say
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| «Oh Rose of Alabamy.»
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| Now every night come rain or shower
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| I hunt that banjo for an hour;
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| And see my sweet tobacco flower
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| Oh Rose of Alabamy
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| Oh fare thee well you belles of Spain
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| And fare thee well to Liza Jane
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| Your charms will all be put to shame
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| By Rose of Alabamy |