Ella Ree

Ella Ree.

Oh, Ella Ree so kind and true,
In the little churchyard lies,
Her grave is bright with drops of dew,
But brighter were her eyes.
Then carry me back to Tennessee,
There let me live and die,
Among the fields of yellow corn,
And the land where Ella lie.

Her pretty eyes and gentle form,
Methinks I yet can see,
I love the spot where she was born
Way down in Tennessee.
Then carry me back to Tennessee,
There let me live and die,
Among the fields of yellow corn,
And the land where Ella lie.

The summer moon will rise and set,
And the night-birds trill their lay,
And the possum and coon so softly step,
Round the grave of Ella Ree.
Then carry me back to Tennessee,
There let me live and die,
Among the fields of yellow corn,
And the land where Ella lie.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
    bsvg200754
  • Genre
    broadsides
  • Illustrated
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Extent
    24.5 cm x 15.5 cm
  • Title
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