My Pretty Quadroon - The Browns

I’ll never forget when I met sweet Cora, my pretty quadroon

I see her dear eyes shining yet as we vowed to be true neath the moon

Her form was exceedingly fair, she had cheeks like the wild rose in June

And the ringlets of dark glossy hair were the curls of my pretty quadroon

So happy were we for a while, like two lovers we dwelt 'neath the bower

And the sweetness of Cora’s bright smile seemed to ripen the blush of the flower

But happiness fades like the rose and before the next coming of June

The grim reaper knocked at my door took Cora my pretty quadroon

Oh, my pretty quadroon, my flower that faded too soon!

My heart’s like the strings on my banjo, all broke for my pretty quadroon

Farewell to Kentucky’s green hills, farewell to Kentucky’s green glades

Farewell to the green clover fields where Cora and I often strayed

My sorrow will soon be forgot and my heart will find rest in the tomb

But my spirit will fly to the spot and watch over my pretty quadroon