"Farewell My Lilly Dear"

I wake up in de morning
 And walk out on de farm
Oh Lilly [Silly?] am a darling
 me
 She take by de arm
We ramble through de clover
 Down by de ribber side
I tell her dat I love her
 And she must be my bride

 tis mournful 
Oh Lilly dear I'm coming 
 I hab
De A mournful tale to tell
Old massa send me roaming
So Lilly fareyou well