Lucy Neal
(Alternately: De Rose Ob Alabama - Lucy Neal, Miss Lucy Neale)

For information on this song as part of the blackface minstrel tradition, please see
its page in The Juba Project's Minstrelsy Database.

For an alternate interpretation of this song, see Minstrels in the Parlour -- another item in this project's 'Artists Respond to Juba' section.

Credits

AndreIw Dale, lead vocals and spoons; Tom Power, banjo; Kate Bevan-Baker, fiddle; Justin Merdsoy, sound technician.

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Lucy Neal Sheet Music

Lyrics

Verse 1
I was born in Alabama
My Massa name was Beale
He us’d to own a Yallar gall
Her name was Lucy Neal
She us’d to go out wid us
Picking cotton in de field
And dere’s whar first I fell in lub
wid my sweet Lucy Neal

Verse 2

One night de Niggers gabe a ball
Miss Lucy danc’d a reel
Dere war no darkies in de hall
Could dance like Lucy Neal
My Massa he did sell me
Bekase he thought I’d steal
Which caus’d a separation ob
Myself and Lucy Neal

Verse 3

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Lucy Neal Sheet Music 2
Miss Lucy she was taken ill
How bad it makes me feel
Do Doctors dey did gib her up
Alas poor Lucy Neal
One morn I got a Letter
And jet black was de seal
It was de ’nouncement ob de Death
Ob my sweet Lucy Neal.

Verse 4

Dey bore her from my bosom
But de wound dey cannot heal
And my heart my heart is breaking
For I lub sweet Lucy Neal
Oh yes, and when I’m dying
And dark visions round me steal
De last slow murmur ob dis life
Shall be sweet Lucy Neal

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


Publication Information

Published by John Mitchell, Publisher to her Majesty. 33, Old Bond Street, London.

British Library Shelf Number: H.1435(1)