Behold, what I got cookin' right now.
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I came from Ol' CoCaro,
With my banjo on my knee,
I'm sailin' off to New Cackalack,
To build a home, you see;
It rained all night the day I left,
The weather it was dry,
The sun so hot I froze to death,
Oh, Charlotte, don't you cry.
Charlotte, my love, oh don't you cry for me,
I must leave Ol' CoCaro
With my banjo on my knee.
I jumped aboard the transport ship,
I sang with a merry lilt,
I arrived over there in the col-o-nies,
A homestead for to built
It was dry and hot and hot and dry,
I really thought I'd die;
I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
But, Charlotte, don't you cry.
Charlotte, my love, oh don't you cry for me,
I must leave Ol' CoCaro
With my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night
When everything was still,
We were back in CoCaro,
And dancin' on Jackson Hill
But I can't return, my love,
Until I build our home,
And then I'll send a ship for you,
And never more shall roam.
This land is wild and very rough
With savages all around,
But when you see the 'tation I built,
You will fall upon the ground.
We'll have fifteen kids, and maybe more,
build a future of our own,
A Southron future by the Grace of God,
In our lovely New Cack'lack Home.
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