MASSA'S IN DE COLD GROUND.
Round de meadows am a-ringing de darkeys mournful song,
While de mocking-bird am singing, happy "as de day am long.
Where de ivy am a-creeping, o'er de grassy mound,
Dar old massa am a-sleeping, steeping in de cold, cold ground.
Down in de corn-field hear that mournful sound;
All de darkeys am a-weeping, massa's in the cold, cold ground.
When de Autumn leaves were falling, when de days were cold,
'Twas hard to hear old massa calling, cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange-tree am blooming on the sandy shore.
Now the Summer days am coming, massa nebber calls no more.-Chorus.
Man- made de darkeys lub him, 'cayse he was so kind.
Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning 'cayse he leave den behind.
I cannot work before to-morrow, cayse de tear-drop flow;
I try to drive away my sorrow pickin' on de old banjo.- Chorus.