No More The Moon Shines On Lorena

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    Way down upon the old plantation
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    old Massey used to own me as a slave.
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    He had a yeller gal he called Lorena,
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    and we courted where the wild bananas waved.

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    For long years there we courted,
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    and we were as happy as one,
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    and my hard work for did Massey,
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    and the happiness of life had just begun.

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No more the moon shines on Lorena,
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as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
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and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
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and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.

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    One day I called to see my dear Lorena,
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    I thought she would meet me at the gate,
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    but they took her away to old Virginy,
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    and left me to mourn for her fate.

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    For years I have longed to see her,
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    and the thoughts of her was ever in my head.
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    One day Massey read me a letter,
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    telling me that Lorena she was dead.

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No more the moon shines on Lorena,
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as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
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and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
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and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.

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    But I know that her soul has gone to heaven,
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    and there she is ever free from pain,
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    and to her a brighter crown is given,
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    and no more she will wear the darkie's chain.

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No more the moon shines on Lorena,
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as we'd sit and watch the coons among the corn,
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and the possums laying on the wild bananas,
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and the old owl a hootin' like a horn.