Oh, Miss Hannah
Ain't you coming out tonight?
The mockingbirds are singing
And the moon is shining bright,
The roses are a-nodding
And swaying in the breeze,
Put on your Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
And come along please!
Can't you hear the banjo strumming?
(Can't you hear the banjo strumming?)
Can't you hear the fiddle call?
(Can't you hear the fiddle call?)
Can't you hear the folks a-dancing
In the Odd Fellows' Hall?
We'll go strolling down the levee
(We'll go strolling by the light of the moon)
A-listenin' to the fiddle, and the mockingbird's tune...
Oh, Miss Hannah
The cotton fields are white as snow
Way out on the river
I can hear that steamboat's blow
The music and the moonlight
Have got me in a trance
Oh Lawdy me, Miss Hannah
Let's go to that dance
Let's go to that dance...
Oh, Miss Hannah
Ain't you coming out tonight?
The mockingbirds have been singing
And the moon was shining bright,
The roses are a-nodding
And a-swaying in the breeze,
Put on your Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes
And come along please!

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