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Key of E flat. Say white-folks, hab you seen de massa,
\\'id de muffstash on his face. Go long de road some time dis mornin',
Like he gwine to leave de place? He seen de smoke, way up de ribber,
Whar de Linkum gunboats lay; He took his hat. an' he lef berry sudden,
An I spec he 's run away!
Chorus.—De massa run, ha, ha !
De darkies stay, ho, ho; It mus' be now de Kingdom coming An' de year of Jubilo !
He six foot one way, four foot tudder,
An he weigh three hundred pound, His coat's so big he could't pav de tailor,
An' it would't go half way round; He drill so much day call him Captain,
An' he got so dreadful tanned, I spec' he try for to fool de Yankees
An' to pass for a contraband.
Chorus.— De massa run, ha, ha ! etc.
De darkies feel so lonesome libbin'
In de log house on de lawn. So dey move dar tings to massa's parlor
For to keep it while he 's gone; Dar 's wine an' cider in de cellar.
An' de darkies dey '11 hab some ; I spec' dey '11 all be confiscated
When de Linkum soldiers come. Chorus.—De massa run. ha. ha ! etc.
De oberseer he make us trouble.
An' he dribe us round a spell; But we lock him up in the smoke-house cellar,
Wid de key trown in de well. De whip is lost, de han'-cuff broken,
An' old marster '11 hab his pay. He \s old enough, big enough, he 'd ought to know better
Dan to go an' run away! Chorus.—De massa run, ha ! ha ! etc.