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Nelly Gray; Nellie Gray; There's a low green valley on the old Kentucky shore; Oh my poor Nellie Gray, they have taken you away

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Wood, Jane

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voice Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.
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Contributors:
Whetstone, Bud; Bessenbacher, JoeLucy, Nathaniel; Parler, Mary Celestia
Created Date:
1961 05 14
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Ozark Folksong Collection

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University of Arkansas

Keywords

  1. A Capella Singing
  2. Love
  3. Love, Separation, Banjo, Slavery, Old Age, Reunion
  4. Musical Instruments
  5. Old Age
  6. Separation
  7. Separation (Psychology)
  8. Slaver

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