Massa's in de cold ground
Where de ivy am a creeping
O'er de grassy mound
Dere old massa am a sleeping
Sleeping in de cold cold ground
I cannot work before tomorrow
{Cayse} de tear drops flow
{whiel}
I try to drive away my sorrow
Pickin on de old banjo
{Round de cotton field am ringing
Oer de meadows am a ringing}
De darkeys mournful song
While de mocking bird am singing
Happy as de day am long
We'll nebber see old massa roaming
We'll hear his voice no more
Where de orange tree am blooming
On de ribber's sandy shore
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