"Lucy Neal" (1844)
Solo & Chorus
Sung by the Ethiopian Serenaders
Words and Music by James Sanford

London: Musical Bouquet, No. 82, pages 133-135
[Source: 017/130@Levy]

1.
I liv'd in Alabama
  My Massa's name was Beal
He us'd to own a yaller gal
  Her name was Lucy Neal,
She us'd to go out wid us
  To pick cotton in the fiel'
And dere's whar first I fell in lub
  Wid my sweet Lucy Neal.

Oh poor Lucy Neal;
Oh poor Lucy Neal;
If I had you by my side
How happy I should feel.

CHORUS
Oh poor Lucy Neal,
Oh poor Lucy Neal,
If I had you by my side
How happy I should feel.

2.
One night de Niggers gabe a ball;
  Miss Lucy danc'd a reel,
And all declared no darkee dare
  Could dance like Lucy Neal
After dat my Massa sell me,
  Because he thought I'd steal,
Which caused a separation
  Ob myself and Lucy Neal.

Oh poor Lucy Neal;
Oh poor Lucy Neal;
If I had you by my side
How happy I should feel.

(CHORUS)

3.
Poor Lucy she was taken ill,
  How bad it made me feel, --
De Docter he did gib he up,
  Alas poor Lucy Neal!
One day I got a letter,
  And jet black was the seal;
It was to tell me she was dead
  My poor Miss Lucy Neal.

Oh poor Lucy Neal;
Oh poor Lucy Neal;
If I had you by my side
How happy I should feel.

(CHORUS)

4.
Dey bore her from my bosom,
  But de wound dy cannot heal;
And my heart is breaking,
  For I lub'd sweet Lucy Neal.
Oh yes and when I'm dying,
  And dark visions round me steal,
De last low murmur of dis life
  Shall be sweet Lucy Neal.

Oh poor Lucy Neal;
Oh poor Lucy Neal;
If I had you by my side
How happy I should feel.

(CHORUS)

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[from pages 155-156 from
"Minstrel Songs, Old and New" (1883]

1.
I'se born in Alabama,
My master's name was Neal,
He us'd to own a yaller gal,
Her name was Lucy Neal.

CHORUS
O, poor Miss Lucy Neal!
If once I had her in my arms,
How happy I should feel.

2.
She us'd to go out wid me,
And pick cotton in de field;
And dar is whar I fell in love,
Wid pretty Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

3.
Miss Lucy she was handsome,
From de head down to de heel;
And all de niggers fell in love,
Wid pretty Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

4.
De Niggers gave a hail,
Miss Lucy danced a reel;
And no one could at all compare,
Wid pretty Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

5.

I ask'd her would she have me,
How glad she made me feel;
For then she gave to me her heart,
Sweet, simple Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

6.
My massa he did sell me,
Because he'd said I'd steal;
And that's de way he parted
Poor me and Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

7.
Miss Lucy she was taken sick,
And mourn'd for me a deal;
The docter he did give her up,
Alas! poor Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)

8.
One day I got a letter,
And jet black was de seal;
And dere de words did tell me,
Ob de death of Lucy Neal.

(CHORUS)