Any one have the rest of this song?
Down in the canebrake close by the mill
There lived a colored gal. Her name was Nancy Dill.
I told her that I loved her. I loved her very long,
And when I serenade her, this will be my song:
CHO: Come, my love, come. My boat lies low.
She lies high and dry on the Ohio.
Come, my love, come. Won't you come along with me,
And I'll take you down to Tennessee.
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