The History of Donald and His Dog (Glasgow)/Lucy Neal
LUCY NEAL.
AS SUNG BY MR. BARLOW.
I was born in Alabama,
My massa name was Deal,
He used to own a yaler gal,
Her name was Lucy Neal,
My massa he did sell me
Because he thought I'd steal,
Which caused a separation,
Ob myself and Lucy Neal.
Oh! poor Lucy Neal
Oh! poor Lucy Neal;
If I had her by my side,
How happy I should feel.
One night the nigger gave a ball;
Miss Lucy danced a reel
But none was dare dat could compare
Wid my sweet Lucy Neal
She used to go out wid us,
To pluck cotton in de fiel
And dere is where I fell in lub
Wid my sweet Lucy Neal
Oh poor Lucy Neal &c.
One day I got a letter
And jet black was the seal;
It was de'nounement ob de death
Ob my poor Lucy Neal.
Oh my poor Lucy Neal, &c.
Dey bore her from my bosom,
But de wound dey cannot heal;
And my heart, my heart is breaking,
For I lub'd sweet Lucy Neal.
Oh, yes, when I am dying,
And dark visions round me steal,
De last low murmur ob dis life
Shall be sweet Lucy Neal.
Oh, poor Lucy Neal, &c.