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My Old Kentucky Home

 

The sun shines bright in my the old Kentucky home,

'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,

The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom

While the birds make music all the day.

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,

All merry, all happy, and bright:

By'n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door,

Then my old Kentucky Home, good night!

Weep no more, my lady, Oh! weep no more today!

We will sing one song For the old Kentucky Home,

For the old Kentucky Home, far away.