Old Uncle Ned
Stephen Foster, 1848
|Dere was an old darkey, dey called him Uncle Ned,|
He's dead long ago, long ago!
He had no wool on de top ob his head,
De place whar de wool ought to grow.
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
Hang up de fiddle and de bow:
|:No more hard work for pool old Ned
He's gone whar de good darkeys go. :|
|2. His fingers were long like de can in de brake,|
He had no eyes for to see;
He had no teeth for to eat de corncake
So he had to let de corncake be.
3. When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty bad,