"Massa's in de Cold Ground"

Now de autumn days am am coming
 Massa smiles no more
Now we nebber see him roaming
 On de ribbers sandy shore

When de autumn leaves were falling
 When de days were cold
[at angle in left margin: Twas] Hard to hear old massa calling
 Cayse he was so weak and old
Now de orange tree am blooming
 On de sandy shore
Now de summer days am coming
 Massa nebber calls no more.

Massa made de darkeys love him
 Cayse he was so kind
Now dey sadly weep above him
 For he had to leave dem behind
I cannot work before tomorrow
 Cayse de tear drops flow
I try to drive away my sorrow
 Pickin on de old banjo