Audio only: Pat Goode on guitar and singing this old song from the southern USA, Paul Humphreys on bazouki, Liam Kennedy on fiddle, recorded at a session in McDowell's pub, Inchicore, Dublin, 2007.
Down in the canebrake, close by the mill,
There lived a colored gal. Her name was Nancy Dill.
I told her that I loved her. I'd love her very long.
I'm goin' to serenade her and this will be my song:
Come, my love, come, etc.
Down in the canebrake, there's where I'll go,
Down where the yella moon is hangin' mighty low.
I know that she'll be waitin' beside the cabin door,
And she'll be mighty happy when I tell her once more:
Come, my love, come, etc.
Down in the canebrake, some happy day,
You'll hear the weddin' bells a-ringin' mighty gay.
There's goin' to be a cabin, and in the trundle bed,
There'll be a piccaninny and all because I said:
Come, my love, come, etc.
Down in the canebrake, there's where I'll stay,
'Long side of Nancy Dill till we are laid away,
And when we get to heaven, and Peter lets us in,
I'll start my wings a-flappin' and sing to her again:
Come, my love, come, etc.
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