Stephen C. Foster Long Poems

  • 1.
    1 I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
    2 Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air;
    3 I see her tripping where the bright streams play,
    4 Happy as the daisies that dance on her way.
    ...
  • 2.
    De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
    De Camptown racetrack five miles long -- Oh! doo-dah day!
    I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
    I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- Oh! doo-dah day!
    ...
  • 3.
    1 De Camptown ladies sing dis song -- [Chorus] Doo-dah! doo-dah!
    2 [Solo] De Camp-town race-track five miles long -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!
    3 [Solo] I come down dah wid my hat caved in -- Doo-dah! doo-dah!
    4 I go back home wid a pocket full of tin -- [Chorus] Oh! doo-dah day!
    ...
  • 4.
    My wife is a most knowing woman,
    She always is finding me out,
    She never will hear explanations
    But instantly puts me to rout,
    ...
  • 5.
    1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
    2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
    3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
    4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
    ...
  • 6.
    ROUND de meadows am a-ringing
    De darkeysâ?? mournful song,
    While de mocking-bird am singing,
    Happy as de day am long.
    ...
  • 7.
    De time is nebber dreary if de darkey nebber groans;
    De ladies nebber weary wid de rattle of de bones:
    Den come again Susanna by de gaslight ob de moon;
    We'll tum de old Piano when de banjo's out ob tune.
    ...
Total 7 Long Poems by Stephen C. Foster

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