My Pretty Quadroon, Lyric Variant 02
 


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“My Pretty Quadroon, Lyric Variant 02,” Appalachian State University Libraries Digital Collections, accessed August 13, 2022, https://omeka.library.appstate.edu/items/show/31733.


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Title

My Pretty Quadroon, Lyric Variant 02

Description

One leaf typewritten on the front side. The document is in good physical condition. The document was laminated. The lower right corner was folded into the laminate. There are two minor tears at the right upper edge. There is a major tear at the lower right edge.

Subject

Folk songs, American Lovesickness -- Songs and music Slavery, United States -- Songs and music Feminine beauty (Aesthetics) --Songs and music

Publisher

W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection, Appalachian State University

Date Created

5/9/2007

Contributor

I. G. Greer

Rights

The images and audio files contained in the "So Mote It Ever Be: The Folksong Heritage of North Carolina's Northern Blue Ridge Mountains" collection are available for free personal, non-commercial, and educational use, provided that proper citation is used (e.g. I. G. Greer/W. Amos Abrams Manuscript Files Series, Folksong Files Subseries. W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection. Special Collections. Appalachian State University, Boone, NC). Any commercial use of the materials without the written permission of Appalachian State University is strictly prohibited. Please contact the Appalachian State University W. L. Eury Appalachian Collection with specific questions or with requests for further information.

Format

pdf

Language

English
English

Type

Typescript

Transcription

Pretty Quadroon

O who was as happy as I?
She’d a brow like the blossoming pea,
And the rings of her dark glossy hair
Was shown on a darky like me.
Her face was exceedingly fair,
She’d a cheek like the wild rose of June,
And the rings of her dark, glossy hair
Was the pride of my pretty quadroon.

My pretty quadroon,
My flower that faded so soon,
My heart like the strings of my banjo
Was broke for my pretty quadroon.

I knew not that I was a slave,
So kind was my massa to me,
So gentle, so manly and true,
I had not one wish to be free.
For massa had gardens and flowers,
The flowers were always in bloom,
But he grudged me one pretty wild flower,
‘Twas Collia, my pretty quadroon.

Because I with grief tore my hair,
With a hand that was white as his own,
He shackled and sold me afar,
To die in the rice fields alone.
I heed not the sting nor the smart,
Nor the heat of the hot summer noon,
‘Tis nothing I fear but this heart
That breaks for my pretty quadroon.

Farewell to those beautiful shades,
Farewell to the little correll,
Where Collia and I often strayed,
Farewell to Kentucky’s green hills.
My sorrows will soon be forgot,
My heart will soon rest in the tomb,
But my soul shall fly back to the spot
And watch o’er my pretty quadroon.

Classification Title

My Pretty Quadroon, Lyric Variant 02

Document Title

Pretty Quadroon

Scholarly Classification

Brown, Additional Songs - 711

Dimensions - Original

212 mm x 278 mm

Upload Date

2013-10-07

File name

113_MyPrettyQuadroon_Lyric_02

Transcription Date

2006-08-02

Transcribed By

Paul L. Robertson

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