by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Dolly Day
Language: English
I've told you 'bout de banjo, De fiddle and de bow, Likewise about de cottonfield, De shubble and de hoe; I've sung about de bulgine Dat blew de folks away, And now I'll sing a little song About my Dolly Day. Chorus: Oh! Dolly Day looks so gay, I run all round and round, To hear her fairy footsteps play, As she comes oer de ground. I like to see de clover Dat grows about de lane, I like to see de 'bacco plant, I like de sugar cane; But on de old plantation Der's nothing half so gay, Der's nothing dat I love so much As my sweet Dolly Day. When de work is over I make de banjo play, And while I strike de dulcem notes, I think of Dolly Day. Her form is like a spy De lily of de vale Her voice is far de sweetest sound Dat floats upon de gale Massa give me money To buy a peck of corn I'se guine to marry Dolly Day And build myself a barn; Dem when I'm old and feeble, And when my head is grey, Ill trabble down de hill of life Along wid Dolly Day.
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Dolly Day" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Dolly Day", published 1850. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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