My Old Kentucky Home « Rather slow. * * ^ Stsfkbx C. Fotias. i i x. The sun shines bright In the old Kentucky borne, 'Tis summer, the darkies are a. They hunt no more for the pos-sumand t^ecoon. On the meadow, the hill and the 3. The head must bow and the back will have to bend, Wher - ev - er the dark-ey may *= S-r»- gay; The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom, While the birds make rnu - sic all the shore; They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon, On the bench by the old cab -in go; A few.more days, and the trouble all will end, la the field where the su-gar- canes m * pifi > 1 m I I I Z&2% day. The young folks roll on the lit - tie cab-in floor, All mer-ry, all frap-py and bright; door. The day goes by like a shad-ow o'er the heart, With sorrow where all was de-light; grow; A few more days for to tote the wea-ry load,No matter, 'twill nev-er be light; m » I m =fc==! By'm-by hard times comes a-knocking at the door,Then my old Kentucky home, good-night! The time has come when the darkies have to part,,Then my old Kentucky home,good-night! A few more days till we tot- ter on the road,Then my old Kentucky home,good-nightf Jet*: .!*¦ Chorus. -3r*- Weep no more,my la-dy, O weep no more to-day! We will sing one song for the m rfc: ;¦ ¦< ^m old Ken-tuck-y home, For the old Ken-tuck-y home, far a - way. f W , jg . m~ 4