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Down on de Mississippi floating,

Long time I trabble on de way

All night de cotton-wood 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 cotton-wood 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 open’d up her eyes,

Seem’d like de light ob day a dawning

Jist for 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 the clober,

Walk wid my Nelly by my side:

Now all dem happy days am ober, —

Farewell, my dark Virginny bride,