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You ask what makes this darkey weep
Why he like others are not gay
What makes the tears rolls down his cheek
From early morn till close of day
My story, darkies, you shall hear
For in my memory fresh it dwells
It will cause you all to drop a tear
On the grave of my sweet Kitty Wells
Oh the birds were singing in the morning
And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom
And the sun on the hilltops was dawning
It was then we layed her in the tomb
I never shall forget the day
When we together roamed the dells
I kissed her hand and named the day
When I would marry Kitty Wells
But death came to my cabin door
And took from me my joy and pride
And when I found that she was gone
I laid my banjo down and cried
Oh the birds were singing in the morning
And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom
And the sun o'er the hilltops was dawning
It was then we layed her in the tomb
The springtime has no charms for me
Though flowers are blooming in the dell
For that sweet form I do not see
The form of my sweet Kitty Wells
Oh the birds were singing in the morning
And the myrtle and the ivy were in bloom
And the sun on the hilltops was dawning
It was then we layed her in the tomb
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