Oh, blessed Waterloo!

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IN THE HAPPY LONG AGO

Yes, I see him, still he's sitting

By his little cabin door!

Ah! but Dinah's gone! She left him

For the shining, golden shore;

Left old Isham where he's dreaming

With his head bowed deep and low,

Thinking only now of Dinah,

And the happy long ago.

Long the kinky wool was creamy,

Now as white as any snow;

And his eyes are red and dreamy,

Thinking of the long ago.

Massa sleeps beneath the ivy,

Missus, where the daisies blow;

Near them Dinah, and old Isham's

Dreaming of the long ago;—

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