Darling Chloe.

Darling Chloe.
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In the old Carolina state, where the sweet magnolia blooms,
And the pickaninny darky learns to hoe,
There is one I long to see, who was always true to me,
But I left her many, many years ago.
‘Mid the cotton and the corn, where we both were bred and born,
And together in the fields we used to ho
But ’tis twenty years or more since I left the cabin door,
So I am going back to see my darling Chlos.

Chorus-
Darling Chloe! darling Chloe! your sweet face I soon shall see, I know,
Where the sunny Southern breeze fans the old palmetto trees,
I am going to see my darling, Chloe.

In the dear old gunny home, where the songsters always sing.
And the mocking bird is singing all the day,

She is waiting for her Joe; I am longing for my Chloe,
For, like me, I know her hair is turned gray.
The plantation is no more, and the day of work Ja o’er,
And she is creeping close to eighty-three,
But she’ll wait till I come back, by the coon and possum track,
For I’ve not seen her since we both were free,
Chorus.

‘Neath the gentle Southern skies, where the sweet- est blossoms grow,
And the music loving darkles all are gay,
I am bound to see my Chloe, and ’tis very sad to know
That ere long they’ll lay my poor old love away.
When they place her ‘neath the sod upon which we both have trod.
Then this world will have no other charm for mej
Then close to my Chloe’s side this poor form wil there abide,
Neath the shadeless and the tall palmetto tree.
Chorus.