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There’s a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore,

There I’ve whiled many happy hours away,

A sitting and a singing by the little cottage door

Where lived my darling Nelly Gray.

Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you away,

And I’ll never see my darling any more,

I’m sitting by the river and I’m weeping all the day,

For you’ve gone from old Kentucky shore.

When the moon had climb’d the mountain, and the stars were shining too,

Then I’d take my darling Nelly Gray,

And we’d float down the river in my little light canoe —

While my banjo sweetly I would play.

Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

One night I went to see her, but she’s gone, the neighbors say,

The white man bound her with his chain —

They have taken her to Georgia for to wear her life away,

As she toils in the cotton and the cane.

Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung,

I’m tired of living any more:

My eyes shall look downward, and my songs shall be unsung

While I stay on old Kentucky shore.

Oh, my poor Nelly Gray, &c.

My eyes are getting blinded and I can not see my way,

Hark! there’s somebody knocking at the door:

Oh, I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray;

Farewell to the old Kentucky shore.

Oh, my Nelly Gray, up in heaven there they say

That they’ll never take you from me any more:

I’m a coming, coming, coming, as the angels clear the way,

Farewell to the old Kentucky shore.