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My Old Kentuchy Home |
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The sun shines bright on my old Kentucky home |
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\'Tis summer, the darkies are gay |
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The corn top\'s ripe and the meadow\'s in bloom |
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While the birds make music all the day |
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The young folks roll on the little cabin floor |
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All merry, all happy and bright |
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By \'n by hard times come a-knocking at the door |
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Then my old Kentucky home good night |
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Weep no more, my lady |
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Oh, weep no more, today |
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We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home |
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For the old Kentucky home far away. |
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They hunt no more for the \'possum and the coon, |
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On meadow, the hill and the shore, |
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They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, |
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On the bench by that old cabin door. |
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The day goes by like a shadow o\'er the heart, |
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With sorrow where all was delight. |
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The time has come when the darkies have to part, |
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Then my old Kentucky home, good night. |
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Weep no more, my lady |
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Oh, weep no more, today |
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We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home |
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For the old Kentucky home far away. |
