Round the meadows am aringing,
De darkey's mournful sound,
While de mocking bird am singing,
Happy as de day am long.
Where de ivy am acreeping,
O'er de grassy mound,
Dare old massa am asleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
@Down in de corn field,
@Hear dat mournful sound,
@All de darkeys am aweeping,
@Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
When de autumn leaves were falling,
When de days were cold,
'Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
Cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange trees am blooming
On de sandy shore.
Now de summer days am coming,
Massa nebber calls no more.
@Down in de corn field,
@Hear dat mournful sound,
@All de darkeys am aweeping,
@Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
Massa made de darkeys love him,
Cayse he was so kind,
Now dey sadly weep above him,
Mourning cayse he left dem behind.
I cannot work befoe tomorrow,
Cayse de tear drops flow,
I try to drive away my sorrow
Pickin' on de old banjo.
@Down in de corn field,
@Hear dat mournful sound,
@All de darkeys am aweeping,
@Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
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