Stephen Foster

“ MY OLD
KENTUCKY HOME.
The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
⁠'Tis summer, the darkies are gay,
The corn tops ripe, and the meadows are in bloom,
⁠While the birds make music all the day. ”

“ The day goes by like a shadow o'er the heart,
⁠With sorrow, where all was delight,
The time has come when the darkies have to part,
⁠Then, my old Kentucky home, good night. ”