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 ***** am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
Down in de corn-field Hear dat mournful sound: All de darkeys am a-weeping,— *****’s in de cold, cold ground.
When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days were cold, ’T was hard to hear old ***** calling, Cayse he was so weak and old. Now de orange tree am blooming On de sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming,— ***** nebber calls no more. (Chorus)
***** 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)