Oh carry me along Ther's no trouble for me.
I'm going to roam in a happy home where every one is free.
I've worked long in the fields, I've handled many a hoe.
I'll turn my eye before I die, And see the sugar cane grow.
CHOR: Oh! boys, carry me along, Carry me till i die.
Carry me down to the buring ground, old freinds don't you cry.
All over the land, I've wandered many a day,
to blow the horn and mind the corn and keep the possums away.
No use for me now So friends bury me low.
My horn is dry and I must lie where the possum never can go.
Farewell to the boy with hearts so happy and light,
They sing a song the whole day long and dance by the moon at night.
Farewell to the fields of of cotton tobbacco and all.
I'm to hoe in the blessed row, wher the corn grows mellow and tall.
Farewell to the hills, The meadows covered with green,
Old Brindle the boss , the old grey horse, beaten, broken and lean.
Farewell to the dog, that allways followed me around,
Old mut wailed and drooped his tail when I'm under the ground.