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Thread #18902   Message #1863885
Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
20-Oct-06 - 12:54 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: My Pretty Quadroon
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: My Pretty Quadroon
MY PRETTY QUADROON
Carson Robison, 1930

Oh who were as happy as we?
She had lips like the blossoming pea
And the light of her violet eyes
Shown on no darkey *like me. [*but]
Her form was exceedingly fair
She had cheeks like the wild rose in June
And the ringlets of dark glossy hair
Were the curls of my pretty quadroon.

Chorus
Oh, my pretty quadroon,
My flower that faded too soon
My heart's like the strings on my banjo
All broke for my pretty quadroon.
My heart's like the strings on my banjo
All broke for my pretty quadroon.

Farewell to Kentucky's green hills
Farewell to the little corral
Where Cora and I often *stayed [*strayed])
Farewell to Kentucky's green shade
My sorrow soon will be forgot
And my heart will find rest in her tomb
But my spirit will fly to the spot
And watch o'er my pretty quadroon.

One comes to the dark muddy stream
One struggle and all will be o'er
My life will go away like a dream
And the voice of a driver no more.
Hark! On a cool northern breeze
Comes the sound of a hue and a drum
Oh, God! can it be the glad day?
The Day of Deliverance has come.

Copied from the Jewel recording formerly available on Honking Duck.
Very close to the text Michael Morris took from Loye Pack. [*]- suggested correction.

The version at Robokopp omits the 'abolitionist' verse of these two texts, but adds lines much like those of the incomplete verse sung by Naomi Evans in the Max Hunter site.

MY PRETTY QUADROON
1.
I'll never forget when we met,
Sweet Cora my pretty quadroon
I see her bright eyes shining yet
As we vowed to be true 'neath the moon.
Her form was exceedingly fair
Her lips like the wild rose in June
And her ringlets of dark glossy hair
Were the curls of my pretty quadroon.

Cho.

2.
How happy we were for a day
Like love birds we dwelt 'neath the bowers
And the brightness of Cora's sweet smile
Seemed to rivel the blush of the flowers.
But happiness fades like the rose
Before the first full of the moon
The grim reaper knocked at my door
And took Cora, my pretty quadroon.

3.
Farewell to Kentucky's green hills
Farewell to Kentucky's green *braes [*shade]
Farewell to the green grassy fields
Where Cora and I often strayed.
To this old world I'll soon say farewell
My heart will find rest in the tomb
But my spirit will fly to the spot
And watch over my pretty quadroon.
[*]- suggested correction.

No source cited. Without reference, it is stated, "This song was very popular around the campfires in the Civil War." No evidence of this has been found; but it is included in some cds of Civil War songs, in one sung by Grandpa Jones.

http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/usa/quadroon.htm