My Pretty Quadroon
The Browns Lyrics


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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.

Refrain:
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.

Overall Meaning

The Browns's song "My Pretty Quadroon" tells the story of a man reminiscing about his past love, a mixed-race woman named Cora. When he first met Cora, he describes her as exceedingly fair and beautiful with curls of dark glossy hair. They fell in love quickly and spent their time together happily under the bower. However, their happiness was short-lived as Cora died young, leaving the man heartbroken and grieving. He bids farewell to the places they used to go and remembers his love fondly. Despite his own anticipated death, he imagines his spirit hovering over Cora's resting place.


The lyrics of "My Pretty Quadroon" are a poignant reflection of the complicated racial history of America. The singer of the song is a white man who falls in love with a mixed-race woman, and their relationship is likely considered taboo and scandalous at the time. The song's title, "quadroon," is a term used to describe a person with one-quarter African ancestry, and this term was commonly used during the 19th century to classify mixed-race people. The lyrics paint a picture of a time when racial discrimination was rampant and biases were deeply ingrained.


Line by Line Meaning

I'll never forget when I met sweet Cora, my pretty quadroon
I remember the day I met Cora, a beautiful woman who was a quarter Black, and I thought she was sweet.


I see her dear eyes shining yet as we vowed to be true neath the moon
I can still see her bright eyes and remember how we promised to be loyal to each other under the moonlight.


Her form was exceedingly fair, she had cheeks like the wild rose in June
Cora was very beautiful, with a wonderful figure, and pink cheeks that reminded me of the blooming wild roses in June.


And the ringlets of dark glossy hair were the curls of my pretty quadroon.
Cora's dark, shiny hair was curly, and I thought it was very attractive.


So happy were we for a while, like two lovers we dwelt 'neath the bower
Cora and I were very happy together for a time, and we spent a lot of time together under the bower, feeling like romantic lovers.


And the sweetness of Cora's bright smile seemed to ripen the blush of the flower
Cora's sweet smile had the power to brighten up my day and make me feel like everything around me was blooming, just like when flowers are in full bloom.


But happiness fades like the rose and before the next coming of June
Unfortunately, happiness doesn't last forever, and before the next June rolled around, something bad happened.


The grim reaper knocked at my door took Cora my pretty quadroon.
Death took Cora away from me, and I was devastated.


Refrain: 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.
This refrain is the singer's last farewell to Cora, mourning her loss and comparing his broken heart to his broken banjo strings.


Farewell to Kentucky's green hills, farewell to Kentucky's green glades
The singer is saying goodbye to the green hills and glades of Kentucky, where he lived with Cora before her passing.


Farewell to the green clover fields where Cora and I often strayed
The green fields where Cora and he used to wander together are also being left behind, and with them the memories of their time together.


My sorrow will soon be forgot and my heart will find rest in the tomb
The singer hopes that his grief will eventually fade, and that he'll find peace in death.


But my spirit will fly to the spot and watch over my pretty quadroon.
Even though he'll be gone, the singer says his spirit will watch over Cora's final resting place for eternity.




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Edward Peterson

They are so great.

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Love it

James Dunn

Great harmony by the best in the business.

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