Sambo, I have Missed You.Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.
Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.
Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.
Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.
Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?
I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;
The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,
For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;
But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,
When at the feet of Dina this bewitching Sam did kneel.
Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.
Your voice was like the night owl, sitting on the tree,
The echoes of that lovely voice were like the bumble bee,
Making music on my ear, like sticks on a drum;
Oh, Sambo, I have miss’d you, I thought you’d never come;
But my heart rejoiced once’t more, when I heard you again,
Oh, Sambo, I loved you, but I fear it is in vain.
Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.
Oh, Dina, I have wrong’d you, I know I have proved unkind,
But now we’ve come together, love, we’ll just make up our mind;
I have thought of you in the field, when hoeing up the corn,
And often I have wish’d, love, that I was never born;
But the day is pass’d now, love, I know that it is gone,
To-morrow we will go to church, and there become one.