Charming Lizzie Clay
CHARMING LIZZIE CLAY.
O darkeys come and listen to what I have to say,
Old massa owned a pretty gal, they called her Lizzie Clay;
She worked in the house from morn till close of day,
And every one that knew her, loved my charming Lizzie Clay;
One night we went out walking to tell our tales of love,
She paused and pointing upwards, said, just see the stars above,
Says I, I do my love, why do you ask I pray?
O, Sam says she, I hope that we will journey on that way.
She went out in the fields one day, and seemed to feel so well,
But soon she was taken sick, the came we could not tell;
We brought her to the cabin, the doctor, cause ’tis true
But she only said farewell, dear Sam, “good bye, good bye” to you.
The doctor tried his best, but alas ‘twas all in vain,
For all that he could do would not bring her back again;
She died without a struggle, just at the close of day,
With all the darkies weeping around the bed of Lizzie Clay.
We took her from the cabin and laid her in the ground,
Under the chestnut tree beneath the grassy mound;
We raised a slab of pine which stands until this day,
And on the slab we wrote the name of charming Lizzie Clay;
But now she’s gone to heaven, where the angels live, they say,
And left poor Sam on earth alone to wear his life away;
But hark, I hear a voice which as it whispers seems to say,
Welcome, welcome, poor old Sam, ’tis your long, lost Lizzie Clay