Просто Ханя
Вот у американцев есть, например, песня, кажется, конфедератов:

There''s a yellow rose in Texas that I am going to see,
No other darkey* knows her, no darkey only me;
She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart,
And if I ever find her we never more will part.

Chorus:
She''s the sweetest rose of color this darkey ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosa Lee,
But the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.

Where the Rio Grande is flowing, and the starry skies are bright,
She walks along the river in the quiet summer night;
She thinks if I remember, when we parted long ago,
I promis''d to come back again, and not to leave her so.

Сhorus
She''s the sweetest rose of color this darkey ever knew,
Her eyes are bright as diamonds, they sparkle like the dew,
You may talk about your Dearest May, and sing of Rosa Lee,
But the yellow rose of Texas beats the belles of Tennessee.

Oh! now I''m going to find her, for my heart is full of woe,
And we''ll sing the song together, that we sung so long ago;
We''ll play the banjo gaily, and we''ll sing the songs of yore,
And the yellow rose of Texas shall be mine for evermore.