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’Tis just one year ago to-day,

That I remember well,

I sat down by poor Nelly’s side

A story she did tell;

’Twas about a poor, unhappy slave

That lived for many a year;

But now he’s dead and in his grave,

No master does he fear.

Chorus.– The poor old slave has gone to rest,

We know that he is free;

Disturb him not, but let him rest,

Way down in Tennessee.

She took my arm, we walk’d along

Into an open field,

And here she paused to breathe awhile,

Then to his grave did steal.

She sat down by that little mound,

And softly whisper’d there,

“Come to me, father, ’tis thy child,”

Then gently dropp’d a tear.

But since that time, how things have changed,

Poor Nelly that was my bride,

Is laid beneath the cold grave-sod,

With her father by her side.

I planted there upon her grave,

The weeping-willow tree,

I bathed its roots with many a tear,

That it might shelter me.