Say, darkeys, hab hab you seen de massa,
Wid de muffstash on his face,
Go long de road some time dis mornin’,
Like he gwine to leab de place?
He seen a smoke, way up de ribber,
Whar de Lincum gumboats lay;
He took his hat, an’ he lef berry sudden,
An’ I spec he's run away!
De massa run? ha, ha!
De darkey stay? ho, ho!
It mus’ be now de kingdom comin’,
An’ de year ob Jubilo!
De darkeys feel so lonesome libbing
In de log house on de lawn,
Dey move dar tings to massa’s parlor
For to keep it while he’s gone.
Dar’s wine an’ cider in de kitchen,
An’ the darkeys, dey’ll hab some;
I spose dey’ll all be cornfiscated
When de Linkum sojers come.
Ho six foot one way, two foot tudder,
An’ he weigh tree hundred pound,
His coat so big, he couldn’t pay de tailor,
An’ it won’t go half way round.
He drill so much dey call him Cap’ain,
An´ he get so drefful tann’d,
I spec he try an’ fool dem Yankees
For to tink he’s contraband.
De oberseer he makes us trouble,
An’ he dribe us round a spell;
We lock him up in de smokehouse cellar,
Wid de key trown in de well.
De whip is lost, his han’cuff broken,
But de master’ll hab his pay;
He’s ole enough, big enough, ought to known better
Dan to went an’ run away.