Show 14 Li Y- Stephen Collins Foster Came the Famous Old The the beautiful phi ITy OKI The written ty of while he to Judge John a short distance east or One while the were nt work in the cornfield the sun was shin ing with n on the waving giving it n color of light than it to n golden hue-thoro were seated upon n bench In front of the home stead two young people n a High i in the top A treed mocking warbling its sweet Over jn hidden recesses of a small bush Uie thrush's mellow lie A of all negro child re n w e re pi a y i ng had finished the first verso of the song his sister took it from his band sang in n mellow Tho sun shines bright on my old Kentucky the darkies The corn top's ripe the meadow's in the tho birds make music nil tho Tho young folks roll on lit- tie cabin All nil nil 1 f r hanl times corner nl the door old Kentucky On her finishing tho first the mocking binl descended to a lower The feathery drew hi to side to bo completely enraptured at wonderful voice of the young When the sweet note had died away upon the nir her fond brother sang in n deep basa Weep no more my weep no more We'll sing one song for old Kentucky For our old homo far a alio darkies had laid down little tots placed themselves sheltering while the old black women were the corner of Tho-V faithful old his off the young Everything was not even the stirring of the leaves seemed to break the wonderful Again the brother and sister took hold of tho remaining notes sang in They hunt no more for the and the coon lOir the the hill and V V 1 They sing no more by the of the moon On tho beach by do old cabin The day goes by like a shadow o the hearty Tho time has come when the darkies have to part-Then my old The head must bow and the hack will have to bend Wherever the darkies may A few more days the trouble all will end 1 sugar A few more days to weary load-No it will never be lights A few more days till we totter Then my old Kentucky good i. A As the song was finished the tears flowed down the old darkies' the children crept from their hiding places behind tho their face wreathed in the mocking bird the thrush sought their homes in the thicket while tho old dog still lav |