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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==


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<poem>
Now, niggers listen to me, a story I'll relate,
It happen'd in de valley, in de old Carlina state;
Way down in de meadow,
'twas dere I mow'd de hay;
I always work de harder when I think ob lubly Mae.
 
Oh, dearest Mae, you’re lubly as the day.
Your eyes are bright,
dey shine at night,
When de moon am gone away.
 
Old massa gib me holliday, an say he gib me more,
I tank'd him bery kindly, an' shoved my boat from shore;
So down de river I glides along wid my heart so light and free,
To de cottage ob my lubly Mae, I long'd so much to see.
Oh, dearest Mae…
</poem>


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Editor: Marco-cipoo.net (submitted 2006-07-24).   Score information: A4, 1 page   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Free Art License copyright

General Information

Title: Dearest Mae
Composer: James Power

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: Secular, Folksongs

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

External websites: http://www.cipoo.net

Original text and translations

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Now, niggers listen to me, a story I'll relate,
It happen'd in de valley, in de old Carlina state;
Way down in de meadow,
'twas dere I mow'd de hay;
I always work de harder when I think ob lubly Mae.

Oh, dearest Mae, you’re lubly as the day.
Your eyes are bright,
dey shine at night,
When de moon am gone away.

Old massa gib me holliday, an say he gib me more,
I tank'd him bery kindly, an' shoved my boat from shore;
So down de river I glides along wid my heart so light and free,
To de cottage ob my lubly Mae, I long'd so much to see.
Oh, dearest Mae…