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| Long time ago, we too set out | 119 | |
| Long years ago, within a distant clime | 104 | |
| Love hath the wings of the butterfly | 117 | |
| Love is the light of the world, my dear | 231 | |
| Love me. I care not what the circling years | 89 | |
| Love used to carry a bow, you know | 258 | |
| Lucy done gone back on me | 136 | |
| Mammy's in de kitchen, an' de do' is shet | 241 | |
| Mastah drink his ol' Made'a | 213 | |
| Men may sing of their Havanas, elevating to the stars | 129 | |
| Mother's gone a-visitin' to spend a month er two | 79 | |
| My cot was down by a cypress grove | 8 | |
| My heart to thy heart | 13 | |
| My lady love lives far away | 288 | |
| My muvver's ist the nicest one | 247 | |
| My neighbor lives on the hill | 192 | |
| My soul, lost in the music's mist | 76 | |
| Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains | 227 | |
| Night is for sorrow and dawn is for joy | 90 | |
| Not o'er thy dust let there be spent | 18 | |
| No matter what you call it | 287 | |
| Not they who soar, but they who plod | 18 | |
| Not to the midnight of the gloomy past | 214 | |
| O li'l' lamb out in de col' | 133 | |
| O Lord, the hard-won miles | 11 | |
| O Mother Race! to thee I bring | 15 | |
| October is the treasurer of the year | 63 | |
| Oh, de clouds is mighty heavy | 169 | |
| Oh, de grubbin'-hoe's a-rustin' in de co'nah | 67 | |
| Oh, de weathah it is balmy an' de breeze is sighin' low | 207 | |
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