Ella Ree

A.W. AUNER, Song Publisher, Philadelphia, Pa.

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 lies.

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 lies.

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 lies.

A.W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, CARD & JOB PRINTER, PHILADELPHIA, PA.

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