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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Well, I leave you, sergeant, An' de captain too.
Well-a, good morning Mary} How do you do? Well, I crossed dat river Jus' to see you.
All dis summer Won' call no mo'. Ef I call nex' summer, Den I'm gone some mo'.
He's long gone,
He's Long John,
He's gone, gone,
Like a turkey through de corn,
Wid his long clo'es on, He's gone, gone, He's gone John, He's long gone.
Lightnin', "a blue-black, bad nigger," was leading a song that described the days when convicts were leased by the state to owners of large cotton plantations, sometimes to be driven under the lash until they fell from exhaustion, many, according to rumor, dying from sunstroke amid the sun-baked rows of cotton and cane in "dem long hot summer days." The song pictures what went on in the minds of & gang of field workers, one of whom was £bout to be punished. Even outside in the adjacent iron-barred dormitory the chatter and clamor of two hundred black convicts was stilled into awed and reminiscent