Henry Clay Work, 1862
Oh, can you see the master comin'|
With the moustache on his face?
Well, he come out o' here sometime this mornin',
Said he's gonna leave this place.
Well, he saw the smoke way up the river
Where the Lincoln gunboats lay.
Well, he took his hat and he left mighty sudden,
And I think he's gone away!
Oh, the master run, ha, ha!
The darkey stay, ho, ho!
And it must be now the kingdom comin'
In the year of Jubilo!
2. Oh, he's six foot one way, two foot the other,
3. Now the overseer, he makes trouble|
And he run us 'round a spell.
We locked him up in the smokehouse cellar
With the keys thrown down the well.
His whip is lost, his handcuff's broken,
And the master'll have his pay.
He's old enough, big enough and ought to known better
Than to went and run away!
4. De darkeys feel so lonesome livin'
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