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,
Dere old massa am a-sleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.

Chorus:

Down in de corn-field
Hear dat mournful sound:
All de darkeys am a-weeping,-
Massa-s in de cold, cold ground.

When de autumn leaves were falling,
When de days were cold,
-T was hard to hear old massa calling,
Cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange tree am blooming
On de sandy shore,
Now de summer days am coming,-
Massa nebber calls no more. (Chorus)

Massa make de darkeys love him,
Cayse he was so kind;
Now dey sadly weep above him,
Mourning cayse he leave dem 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)