Nelly was a lady

Melody - Stephen Collins Foster, 1825-1864

Down on de Mississippi floating,
Long time I trabble on de way,
All night de cottonwood a-toting,
Sing for my true lub all de day.

Nelly was a lady
Last night she died,
Toll de bell for lubly Nell,
My dark Virginny bride.

Now I'm unhappy and I'm weeping,
Can't tote de cottonwood no more;
Last night, while Nelly was a-sleeping,
Death came a-knocking at de door.
When I saw my Nelly in de morning,
Smile till she opened up her eyes,
Seemed like de light ob day a-dawning,
Jist 'fore de sun begin to rise.

Close by de margin ob de water,
Whar de lone weeping willow grows,
Dar lib'd Virginny's lubly daughter;
Dar she in death may find repose.

Down in de meadow 'mong de clober,
Walk wid my Nelly by my side;
Now all dem happy days am ober,
Farewell my dark Virginny bride.

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