African American Poetry (1870-1927): A Digital Anthology

William C. Blades, "Negro Poems, Melodies, Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs, Etc." (Full Text) (1921)

NEGRO POEMS, MELODIES, 
 PLANTATION PIECES, CAMP MEETING SONGS, ETC. 
 
 BY 
 
 WILLIAM C. BLADES 
 
 BOSTON 
 
 RICHARD G. BADGER 
 THE GORHAM PRESS 


Copyright, 1921, by William C. Blades 
All Rights Reserved 
Made in the United States of America 
 The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A. 
 
JAN 21 1922 
 



CONTENTS 
 
 The Old Shore Road 
 Mammy and Me 
 Ring that Bell  
 What You Gwine to Do? .  
 Send that Chariot Down  
 On the Road to Charleston  
 Where the Cotton Used to Grow  
 Rabbit in the Pot  
 The Old Steamboat  
 Lily Snowdrop  
 The Minstrel Man  
 Mistah Jones  
 Old Jim Crow  
 That's Why I Want to Go There  
 Fiddlin' Joe  
 Bury Mah Banjo by Mah Side  
 The Old Colored Minister  
 Way Down South in Georgia  
 The Chariot Ford  
 The White Angels  
 Bullfrog Pone  
 The n***** and the Mule  
 The Wild-Eyed Coon  
 Hard Times Come Again No More  
 Jonah and the Whale  
 The Placard  
 n***** Gin  
 The Darky  
 That Houn' Dawg  
 Totin' Along  
 Oh, Lord, Not Me  
 Ante-Bellum  
 The Cake Walk  
 Southern Lullaby  
 Pompey's Plea  
 Then You'll Come Back to Dixie J\o 
 Cornfields 
 Befo' de Wah  
 What Foh I Dunno  
 Serenade  
 Dinah  
 Dinah Mine  
 Mandy's Party  
 Aunt Jemima  
 Shufflin' Feet  
 When I Get Over the River  
 Uncle Tom  
 Folk Song 
 The Poor White Man 
 Possum Pie  
 The Grinning n***** Man  
 I'm There  
 The Darky's Prayer  
 Old Black Joe  
 We'll All Go to Heaven When We Die . . . .  
 When the Lord Say Come  
 The Darky Drum and Fife Corps  
 While Jordan's in the Way  
 Canaan  
  Push Dem Clouds Away  
 Christmas am a Comin'  
 The Breakdown  
 Dem Shoes  
 The Old Mule's Tail  
 The Good, Good News  
 The Song of David  
 Something for the Blues  
 Dixie Far Away  
 Refrains  
 Glory  
 Satan and the Sheep  
 Hot Corn  
 When You Get Back to Dixie  
 The Old Black Mule  
 Spindles  
 Lickin' the Goat  
 Gracious How that Chile Done Grow ....  
 Lamenting the Corn  
 Mammy, I Love You .  
 The Gentlemen of the Bones  
 The Mississippi  
 Angel, Sound that Trump  
 Don't You Want to Go Along  
 The Golden Stair 8a 
 Down upon the Levee  
 Ragtime  
 Rastus Johnson's Idyl to His Mule  
 Doing the Best He Can  
 When the Coons All Come Around  
 Glory! Hallelujah!  
 Mandy  
 The n*****  
 A Real Good Time  
 Take That Fiddle Along  
 Gwine Away for Christmas  
 The Parson's Sermon  
 The Cotton Fields of Georgia  
 Right Away  
 The Fiery Furnace  
 Pickaninny Pompey  
 Rastus Johnson  
 The Pickaninny Band  
 That Old Fly  
  The Liability 0 
 The Menu 0 
 Balm of Gilead loi 
 The Alligator
 The Banjo 
 Brush Dem Tears Away  
 When the Golden Trumpets Sound  
 Rastus' Fate  
 The Whang-doodle Band  
 Rastus and His Banjo  
 Massa's Gone Away  
 Slavery Days  
 Melon Time in Georgia  
 The Steamboat Ride  
 The Orders  
 My Ruby Red Rose no 
 Dixie So Dear in 
 My Pretty Creole Belle  
 Foah O'clock in the Morning  
 If Chickens Were Crows  
 Chickens  
 The Eagle and the Rooster  
 Down in Georgia  
 Juba  
 Gwine to the Ball  
 Gwine to See My Gal  
 n*****ing Around  
 The Hornet and the Bee  
 The Two Masters  
 Haul that Woodpile Down  
 No Moon To-night  
 Good Bye, Liza Jane  
 Did You See Me  
 The Chariot Man  
 When I Get There That Day  
 Keep that Chariot Rolling  
 Old John Brown  
 Down on the Old Plantation  
 The Mule  
 Living High  
 Refrains  
 Dem Golden Bells  
 Sinia  
 The Hallelujah Train  
 Where is My Dinah?  
 'Possum Juice  
 Come Along, Chillun  
 The Promis' Lan'  
 What Are You Doing Up There?  
 Elijah, Ring that Bell  
 Pharaoh  
 All Right, Moses, I'll Be There  
 Forty Acres and a Mule  
 Caroline  
 The Judgment Morn  
 The Darkies' Jubilee  
 Roll on, Jordan, Roll  
 Dixie Darky Land  
 When the Sun Goes Down  
 Dinah, Come with Me  
 My Little Black Eyed Chloe  
 Where the Woodbine Grows  
 Mandy's Soliloquy  
 The Old Banjo  
 Songs of Dixie  
 A Plaintive Melody  
 The Sunflower  
 Hoe Cake Song  
 The Weddin' Gown  
 The Catfish Fry  
 When Massa Blows that Horn  
  The Roosting Roosters  
 The Golden Crown i6o 
 When the Tide Turns Round i6i 
 The Hoe Down  
  The Roustabout  
 When the Wash am Out  
 Diamonds ~ . .  
 The Old Mewl  
 Moonlight  
 The Sun Do Move  
 The Colored Children's Catechism  
 When the Steamboat Comes Along  
 

NEGRO POEMS, MELODIES, 
 
 PLANTATION PIECES, 
 CAMP MEETING SONGS, ETC. 
 


THE OLD SHORE ROAD 
 
 The old shore road is shady 
 
 And the old shore road is cool, 
 And often I stop by the wayside 
 
 When driving my old black mule; 
 And on my way to heaven 
 
 When heavy is my load, 
 The Lord Almighty done take me 
 
 Along the old shore road. 
 
 This old mule that I'm driving 
 
 He go up many a hill, 
 And long he tug on the traces 
 
 And pull with a right good will; 
 But now he's in the stable 
 
 And empty is my load, 
 For the Lord above done take me 
 
 Along the old shore road. 
 
 And the air is like a garden 
 
 And the air is pure and sweet, 
 And my legs are getting rested 
 
 And my shoes don't hurt my feet; 
 And I travel on delighted 
 
 Without a whip or goad, 
 For the Lord done make it easy 
 
 Along the old shore road. 
 
 I watch the big white breakers 
 
 Come rolling on the shore, 
 But they can't harm this n*****. 
 
 Whose days are nearly o'er; 
 Along life's lingering highway 
 
 I am on to that abode, 
 Where the Lord done say my place is 
 
 Along the old shore road. 
 
 I know they call this heaven 
 
 The milk and honey land. 
 Where the Lord am gwine to meet me 
 
 And take me by the hand; 
 But all I want in heaven 
 
 Is a place to rest my load, 
 And a place to drive my mule in 
 
 Along the old shore road. 
 
Plantation Pieces, Camp Meeting Songs 
 
 MAMMY AND ME 
 
 Whose face is smiling 
 When her face I see, 
 
 No one but Mammy 
 Mammy and me. 
 
 Who sees the flower 
 The sky and the tree, 
 
 No one but Mammy 
 Mammy and me. 
 
 Who sings the songs 
 
 Of the wind and the bee, 
 No one but Mammy 
 
 Mammy and me. 
 
 Who calls me black 
 As I laugh in my glee, 
 
 No one but Mammy 
 Mammy and me. 
 
 And who sleeps together 
 
 Who can it be, 
 But this pickaninny 
 
 And Mammy and me. 
 


 
 
 RING THAT BELL 
 
 Ring that bell Elijah 
 
 And open wide the door, 
 
 Oh ring that bell Elijah 
 
 And ring that bell once more. 
 
 I want my folks to hear it 
 I want my folks to know, 
 
 There is a place to go to 
 
 And the bell tells where to go. 
 
 Oh ring that bell Elijah 
 And open wide the door. 
 
 Oh ring that bell Elijah 
 
 And ring that bell once more. 
 
 WHAT YOU GWINE TO DO 
 
 What you gwine to do, dear friends, 
 
 What you gwine to do. 
 When the Lord his flaming angel sends 
 
 And asks your soul of you; 
 And if your soul is not prepared 
 
 To meet the judgment too, 
 What you gwine to do, dear friends, 
 
 What you gwine to do. 

 What you gwine to do, dear friends, 
 
 What you gwine to do, 
 When all the graves give up their dead 
 
 Before your frightened view; 
 And when the Lord appears on high 
 
 In all his anger too, 
 The Lord have mercy on your soul 
 
 For what you gwine to do. 
 
 SEND THAT CHARIOT DOWN 
 
 Lord my soul is waiting 
 Soon the trump will sound. 
 
 Lord don't keep me waiting 
 Send that chariot down. 
 
 Send that chariot down Lord 
 Send that chariot down. 
 
 Lord don't keep me waiting 
 Send that chariot down. 
 
 I saw a big white angel 
 The angel made a sound, 
 
 I know it brought the message 
 Send that chariot down. 
 
 And when the day is breaking 
 And when the day rolls round, 
 
 You will find me waiting 
 Send that chariot down. 
 
  
 



 
 
 ON THE ROAD TO CHARLESTON 
 
 On the road to Charleston 
 
 I met a darky coon, 
 Driving on to Charleston 
 
 Beneath a summer noon; 
 He whistled and he shouted 
 
 These snatches of a tune, 
 Upon the road to Charleston 
 
 Beneath the summer noon. 
 
 I started out this morning 
 
 To go to market town, 
 To sell a load of cotton 
 
 For my neighbor, Mr. Brown; 
 The road is like an arrow 
 
 And measured by the rule, 
 It was only forty paces 
 
 But a million for a mule. 
 
 I might get there tomorrow 
 
 I might get there tonight. 
 The way this mule am going 
 
 Am sure a sorry sight ; 
 I'm jerking on the bridle 
 
 And whipping like a fool. 
 But what's the use of talking 
 
 To a turtle like a mule. 
 
 I've got to go to market 
 
 I've got to go to town, 
 I've got to sell this cotton 
 
 For my neighbor, Mr. Brown; 
 It's just around the corner 
 
 Beyond the little school, 
 A half a dozen paces 
 
 But a million for a mule. 
 
 WHERE THE COTTON USED TO GROW 
 
 Dinah my heart is weeping 
 
 Dinah my heart is sad, 
 Dinah 'twould make me happy 
 
 Dinah 'twould make me glad; 
 Once more while I'm living 
 
 Once more there to go. 
 Back to dear old Dixie 
 
 Where the cotton used to grow. 
 
 Dinah no more I'm weeping 
 
 Dinah no more I'm sad, 
 Dinah my heart is happy 
 
 Dinah my heart is glad; 
 For the good Lord tells me 
 
 And the Lord must know, 
 We're going back to Dixie 
 
 Where the cotton used to grow. 
 
  
 
 RABBIT IN THE POT 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! Yum ! 
 
 What is it I got? 
 Nothing but a rabbit 
 
 And a rabbit in the pot. 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! Yum ! 
 
 But that fire am hot, 
 And that's the way to keep it 
 
 With a rabbit in the pot. 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! Yum ! 
 
 I know a savory spot, 
 It is a rabbit cooking 
 
 And a rabbit in a pot. 
 
 Yum! Yum! Yum! 
 
 And if I had a yacht, 
 I wouldn't go a sailing 
 
 With that rabbit in the pot. 
 
 Yum! Yum! Yum! 
 
 But don't it take a lot 
 Of waiting, waiting, waiting 
 
 For a rabbit in a pot. 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! Yum ! 
 
 What a joy I got, 
 I guess I'm going crazy 
 
 With that rabbit in the pot. 
  
 

 
 THE OLD STEAMBOAT 
 
 Sambo went to market 
 
 To sell a little pig, 
 He had a dozen chickens 
 
 And he had a balky rig; 
 He got down near the river 
 
 With his chickens and his shoat, 
 Toot! Toot! goes the whistle 
 
 Of the old steamboat. 
 
 His mule he got excited 
 
 And started on a run, 
 And sped along the highway, 
 
 Like a bullet from a gun ; 
 Scattered were the chickens 
 
 And scattered was the shoat, 
 Toot! Toot! frightened by the whistle 
 
 Of the old steamboat. 
 
 And Sambo started clubbing 
 
 That critter of a mule, 
 Until he had him humbled 
 
 And looking like a fool; 
 And then he caught the chickens 
 
 And then he caught the shoat. 
 Toot! Toot! frightened by the whistle 
 
 Of the old steamboat. 
 
  
 



 
 
 LILY SNOWDROP 
 
 They called her Lily Snowdrop 
 
 Because she dressed in white, 
 But Lily was a negress 
 
 And such a monstrous sight; 
 The fat was on her biceps 
 
 The fat was on her arms, 
 And fatty was her wrinkles 
 
 And fatty was her charms. 
 
 And talk about your blackness. 
 
 No blackness of the night 
 Could equal Lily Snowdrop 
 
 When she was dressed in white; 
 And someone seeing Lily 
 
 Said, bless her giant soul. 
 If I had two Lily Snowdrops 
 
 I'd have a ton of coal. 
 
 THE MINSTREL MAN 
 
 The minstrel man has come to town 
 All the gentlemen please sit down, 
 Why does a chicken — and then he began 
 Haw! haw! haw! the minstrel man. 
 
 The minstrel man he wears a vest 
 Just like a sunset in the west, 
 Mr. Tambo — and then he began 
 Haw! haw! haw! the minstrel man. 
 
 The minstrel man has a funny face 
 
 And a big sunflower in its place, 
 
 And the smile is broad in the lily white ban' 
 
 Of this haw! haw! haw! minstrel man. 
 
 The minstrel man is on the end 
 
 Or in the middle of the minstrel men, 
 
 And who is happier in all the Ian' 
 
 Than this ragtime, jazz, jazz, minstrel man. 

 
 MISTAH JONES 
 
 Mistah Jones went courting 
 
 Went courting sporty too. 
 He always carried a flower 
 
 And a razor in his shoe; 
 The flower am for my lady 
 
 Said Mistah Jones so spare, 
 And the razor am for any niggah 
 
 Who happens to be there. 
 
 Mandy was his sweetheart 
 
 A most engaging miss, 
 Who seemed all light and sunshine 
 
 And who seemed all joy and bliss; 
 But when I think of that razor 
 
 And of that miss so fair, 
 I wouldn't want to call on Mandy 
 
 When Mistah Jones is there. 
 
 
 
 OLD JIM CROW 
 
 Old Jim Crow went walking 
 
 Went walking do\vn the street, 
 He had a clumsy manner 
 
 And he had big clumsy feet; 
 But when he started dancing 
 
 And dancing Juba too, 
 You never saw such prancing 
 
 As old Jim could do. 
 
 He cavorted through the two-step 
 
 He cavorted up and down, 
 He scrambled through the one-step 
 
 And tumbled round and round; 
 And wherever there is dancing 
 
 The dancing old and new, 
 You never saw such dancing 
 
 As Old Jim Crow did do. 
 
 The bobolink and the blackbird 
 
 They looked on in amaze. 
 To see the funny jumping 
 
 Of Jim Crow and his ways; 
 And to this day in Dixie 
 
 They say it's very true. 
 There is no more such dancing 
 
 As Old Jim Crow could do. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THAT'S WHY I WANT TO GO THERE 
 
 The darkies shout and the darkles sing 
 The Lord he is my heavenly King, 
 And when I die on an angel's wing 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
 I want to go there, I want to go there, 
 I want to go there, I want to go there, 
 I want to go there, I want to go there, 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
 I want to go there on a Sunday morn 
 I want to hear Massa blow his horn, 
 I want to see the blackbirds in the corn 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
 I want to go where there is no snow 
 I want to go where the daisies grow, 
 I want to go where I can go 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
 I want to hear the flipping of the angel's wing 
 I want to see Jesus and my King, 
 I want to shout and I want to sing 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
 I want to go there for the judgment day 
 I want to hear the darkies sing and pray, 
 I want the jubilee to start right away 
 That's why I want to go there. 
 
  
 



 
 
 FIDDLIN' JOE 
 
 Playing fiddles Sah is fine 
 
 And I will show you how I play mine, 
 
 At the dances where I go 
 
 Said a darky Fiddlin' Joe. 
 
 First you rosin up your bow 
 Then you fix your fiddle so, 
 Tuck your fiddle under your chin 
 And that's the way you first begin. 
 
 Scrape and scrape, and scrape the strings 
 Till that blamed old fiddle sings, 
 But don't forget the way you begin 
 Is to tuck your fiddle under your chin. 
 
 Back and forth you rub the bow 
 
 Up and down you make it go, 
 
 But the way you first begin 
 
 Is to tuck your fiddle under your chin. 
 
 Make that catgut squeal and howl 
 Saw that fiddle near your jowl, 
 But to do all this you first begin 
 By tucking your fiddle under your chin. 
 
 Up and down you let it rave 
 Bend that bow just like a wave, 
 But don't forget when you first begin 
 To tuck your fiddle under your chin. 
  
 



 
 
 Old Dan Tucker and the 'Downs 
 These am the tunes that go the rounds, 
 And all seem sweeter when you begin 
 With that fiddle under your chin. 
 
 And when the dance is nearly through 
 I give a flourish one or two, 
 But I always play when I first begin 
 By tuckin' mah fiddle under mah chin. 
 

 "BURY MAH BANJO BY MAH SIDE" 
 
 Rastus sang and Rastus played 
 All the tunes that ever were made, 
 But he had one tune that was his pride 
 "Bury mah banjo by my side." 
 
 He played the dances and the fairs 
 He played his banjo everywheres, 
 And people laughed and people cried 
 At "Bury mah banjo jjy mah side." 
 
 At last old Rastus he got sick 
 
 And off he went to heaven quick. 
 
 And in the grave where his bones reside 
 
 They buried his banjo by his side. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE OLD COLORED MINISTER 
 
 Old and gray and bowed with years 
 The old colored minister in the church appears, 
 And he raises his eyes, and he raises his hand 
 And the congregation rise, and the congregation 
 
 stand, 
 And the minister preach, and the minister pray 
 World without end from day to day. 
 
 And he tells the story of the long lost sheep 
 And his hearers smile, and his hearers weep. 
 And the congregation rise, and the congregation 
 
 stand ; 
 And the congregation sing with the book in the hand ; 
 And the minister preach, and the minister pray 
 World without end from day to day. 
 
 And the old and young, and the young and old 
 
 Hear from his lips those words of gold. 
 
 And the congregation rise, and the congregation 
 
 stand ; 
 And they feel the clasp of his trembling hand ; 
 And the minister preach, and the minister pray 
 World without end from day to day. 
 
 And he preaches the sermon over the dead 
 And he says the words that makes them wed, 
 And the congregation rise, and the congregation 
 
 stand ; 
 Doing the will of the Lord's command, 
 And the minister preach, and the minister pray 
 World without end from day to day. 
 
 And he heals the wound and he dries the tear 
 
 And he comforts the sorrow and the fear, 
 
 And the congregation rise, and the congregation 
 
 stand ; 
 The happiest church in that happiest land ; 
 And the minister preach, and the minister pray 
 World without end from day to day. 

 
 'WAY DOWN SOUTH IN GEORGIA 
 
 Come to the land of the golden moon 
 Come to the land where the darkies croon 
 
 'Way down south in Georgia 
 
 In Georgia — in Georgia 
 There's where I was born, on a Sunday morn 
 
 'Way down south in Georgia. 
 
 Come to the land of the Dixie rose 
 
 Come to the land where the cotton grows — 
 
 'Way down south in Georgia. 
 
 In Georgia — in Georgia 
 There's where I was born, on a Sunday morn 
 
 'Way dow^n south in Georgia. 
 
 Come to the land where they sing and dance 
 Come to the land where the maids entrance 
 
 'Way down south in Georgia 
 
 In Georgia — in Georgia 
 There's where I was born, on a Sunday morn 
 
 'Way down south in Georgia. 
  
 



 
 
 THE CHARIOT FORD 
 
 We came to a river 
 
 Too wide to cross, 
 And we couldn't, and we couldn't 
 
 And we couldn't get across; 
 And they sent for a chariot 
 
 The river to ford. 
 And they came right away 
 
 With a chariot ford; 
 But oh, good Lord, 
 
 How can I afford, 
 To ever get across 
 
 In a chariot ford. 
 
 The river am wide 
 
 And the river am deep, 
 And I want to get across 
 
 Where I can sleep; 
 And the Lord he came 
 
 And the Lord he smiled, 
 And he said, my chillun, 
 
 The waters am mild; 
 So take your place 
 
 And hurry up aboard, 
 For a good old ride 
 
 In the chariot ford. 
 
  
 



 
 
 So when you come to Jordan 
 
 And you can't get across, 
 Never mind chillun 
 
 There's a way to cross; 
 The Lord am good 
 
 And the Lord am kind, 
 And a way over Jordan 
 
 He am sure to find; 
 And keep right on 
 
 In the promise of the Lord, 
 And wait till you come 
 
 To a chariot ford. 
 
 THE WHITE ANGELS 
 
 Mammy, am the angels always white? 
 Lisped a little chile one bedtime night, 
 And the Mammy answered in affright 
 Hush ! my chile, and say good night. 
 
 Mammy why am the angels always white? 
 Said the little chile one bedtime night. 
 And the Mammy answered in affright 
 Hush ! my chile, and say good night. 
 
 For if the angels am always white 
 I'll never be an angel in your sight, 
 And the Mammy answered in affright 
 Hush ! my chile, and say good night. 
 
  
 



 
 
 BULLFROG PONE 
 
 Down by the gum tree 
 
 Sitting on a log, 
 Croaking all the evening 
 
 Lived a big frog. 
 
 Along came a n***** 
 Who picked up a stone, 
 
 With visions of a supper 
 And a bullfrog pone. 
 
 The frog saw the n***** 
 
 And the frog saw the stone, 
 
 But he wasn't quite ready 
 For a bullfrog pone. 
 
 He made a great dive 
 
 And he made a great splash. 
 
 And good bye n***** 
 To that bullfrog hash. 
 


 THE n***** AND THE MULE 
 
 Hee! Hee! Hee! 
 
 Haw! Haw! Haw! 
 I'm laughing like a jackass 
 
 And I'm laughing like a fool. 
 For down in Alabama 
 
 It always is the rule, 
 That where you see a n***** 
 
 You will always see a mule. 
 
 Hee! Hee! Hee! 
 
 Haw! Haw! Haw! 
 I'm laughing like a jackass 
 
 And laughing like a fool, 
 'Tis taught in every college 
 
 And taught in every school, 
 That where you see a n***** 
 
 You will always see a mule. 
 
 THE WILD EYED COON 
 
 Ah done got a razor 
 
 Ah done want to sell. 
 Ah done needs the money 
 
 Ah doan' feel so well; 
 
 The fo'ks all say ahm crazy 
 And they take me for a loon, 
 
 But ah wouldn't sell a razor 
 To a wild eyed coon. 
 
 Ah may be looking shabby 
 But ah done know mah biz, 
 
 Fo' I hear that Rastus saying 
 He am gwine to get his; 
 
 The fo'ks all say ahm crazy 
 And they take me for a loon, 
 
 But ah wouldn't sell a razor 
 To a wild eyed coon. 
 
  
 



 
 
 HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE 
 
 How happy are the darkies 
 As they sing this chorus o'er, 
 Hard times come again no more. 
 The cabin has a shutter 
 And the cabin has a door; 
 Hard times come again no more. 
 There's a curtain in the window, 
 And a carpet on the floor, 
 Hard times come again no more. 
 There's plenty in the cupboard 
 And there's credit at the store; 
 Hard times come again no more. 
 And they sing aloud their praises, 
 For the blessing ever more 
 That hard times, hard times 
 Come again no more. 
 
 JONAH AND THE WHALE 
 
 The ark is coming up the road. 
 Said Hannah Jordan, with a load, 
 And I guess I'll get aboard 
 Before that river I have to ford ; 
 And besides said Hannah pale 
 I don't like that Jonah Whale, 
 And if that ark done try to balk 
 Ah can jes' get out and walk. 
 

 
 THE PLACARD 
 
 Who wants to buy, I want to sell 
 A swayback mule sound and well, 
 Warranted broke and does not kick, 
 Willing to work and never sick; 
 And Sambo read and scratched his head 
 And pondered long and then he said. 
 The man that wrote that no kick rule 
 Is talking bull and not a mule. 
 
  GIN 
 
 Rastus to the Doctor went 
 
 With a lot of ills and not a cent, 
 
 And this is the way he told the physician 
 
 How he felt in his condition ; 
 
 Ah can't sleep and ah can't eat 
 
 And ah can't stand upon mah feet, 
 
 Mah tongue am hot mah feet am cool 
 
 And ah done feel jes' like a fool; 
 
 The doctor heard his mournful cries 
 
 The doctor saw his bleary eyes, 
 
 Saw his symptoms and grimaces, 
 
 Saw the effects and the traces; 
 
 And raising his finger in the air 
 
 Knde him heed his warning there, 
 
 Foh 3'ou done got, said Doctor Grin, 
 
 A very bad case of Niggrr Gin. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE DARKY 
 
 A piece of night and for his eyes 
 Two clouds from out the morning skies, 
 And for his mouth and for his laugh 
 A water-melon cut in half ; 
 Live today and lack tomorrow 
 All of joy and naught of sorrow, 
 Half a homily, half a joke 
 There's your darky, there's your smoke. 
 
 THAT HOUN' DAWG 
 
 That houn' dawg, said Rastus Jones, 
 Done send a chill through all mah bones, 
 Ahm jes' a walking round and round 
 And I always shiver when I hear that houn'. 
 He bays at the moon, and he bays at the tree, 
 He bays at the shadow and he bays at me, 
 Ahm jes' a walking round and round 
 But I got to shiver when I hear that houn'. 
 
 TOTIN' ALONG 
 
 Old black Joe went ambling along 
 
 And old black Joe has a happy old song, 
 
 The hill is long that I got to climb 
 
 But I'll keep on climbing all the time; 
 
 And all you got to do when the world goes wrong 
 
 Is to keep on totin', totin' along. 
 
  
 



 
 
 The burden is heavy that my back must bear 
 
 But the Lord done keep me in His care, 
 
 And the Lord is good and the Lord is kind 
 
 And rest and shade I am sure to find; 
 
 And all you got to do when the world goes wrong 
 
 Is to keep on totin', totin' along. 
 
 OH LORD NOT ME 
 
 Who stole the woodpile and the axe? 
 
 Who turns the turtles on their backs? 
 
 Who had some chickens in some funny looking sacks ? 
 Oh Lord, not me. 
 
 Who went fishing and stepped on a toad? 
 Who saw a bat fly over the road ? 
 Who didn't have a rabbit's foot when the hen crowed ? 
 Oh Lord, not me. 
 
 
 ANTE-BELLUM 
 
 Ante-Bellum I knew her well 
 
 And Parson Jones began to tell 
 
 The virtues of an old black Mammy 
 
 Who had a son whose name was Sammy, 
 
 Who had a niece whose name was Ethel 
 
 Who went to Sunday school in Bethel; 
 
 And so the Parson strung his lyre 
 
 Until he proved himself a liar, 
 
 For Ante-Bellum means befoh' 
 
 All that trouble called the wah. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE CAKE WALK 
 
 Just see them darkies walking 
 Just watch the steps they take, 
 
 For the darkies all are walking 
 And walking for that cake. 
 
 The feathers on them ladies 
 Was something fine and grand, 
 
 And every colored gentlemen 
 Had a flower in his hand. 
 
 Such strutting and such perking 
 No peacock bird could make, 
 
 Like them happy darkies 
 
 When walking for that cake. 
 
 What cared they for dem tight shoes? 
 
 What if their corns did ache? 
 They am just too happy 
 
 Walking for that cake. 
 
 And Rastus scraped the fiddle 
 And Rastus called the turns, 
 
 And the way that fiddle whistled 
 He sure his money earns. 
 
 All hands on the carpet. 
 
 Every one go in pairs, 
 Step lively round the corners 
 
 And look out for dem chairs. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Up and down the parlor 
 
 I thought their necks would break, 
 The way them darkies held their heads 
 
 Walking for that cake. 
 
 SOUTHERN LULLABY 
 
 There is a Southern lullaby 
 
 And I'm going to sing the tune, 
 
 Big eye — bright eye 
 Shining like the moon. 
 
 I heard it on the Swanee 
 
 In the merry month of June, 
 
 Big eye — bright eye 
 Shining like the moon. 
 
 And I was watching Hannah 
 As she ladeled with a spoon, 
 
 Big eye — bright eye 
 Shining like the moon. 
 
 And she was softly cooing 
 The music of the croon, 
 
 Big eye — bright eye 
 Shining like the moon. 
 
 For down in Alabama 
 'Tis the asset of the coon, 
 
 Big eye — bright eye 
 Shining like the moon. 
  
 



 
 
 POMPEYS' PLEA 
 
 Tide me over the winter, 
 
 Tide me over the snow, 
 Send me back to Georgia 
 
 Where the winds don't blow; 
 I don't like the winter, 
 
 I don't like the cold. 
 For I'm only a poor old n***** 
 
 Who's growing very old. 
 
 The crow he got his feathers 
 
 In the wing and tail, 
 But scanty are my garments 
 
 And my shoes are frail; 
 So send me back to Georgia 
 
 Where the winds don't blow, 
 For I'm only a poor old n***** 
 
 Who has nowheres to go. 
 
 THEN YOU'LL COME BACK TO DIXIE 
 
 You said good bye to Dixie, 
 
 You bade her your adieu. 
 You left the blackbirds singing 
 
 And you left the skylarks too; 
 But when the north winds gather 
 
 And tumble round their snows. 
 Then you'll come back to Dixie 
 
 Where the sweet magnolia grows. 
 
  
 



 
 
 The snowy fields of cotton 
 
 And the sunny fields of corn, 
 No longer could enchant you 
 
 To the place where you was born; 
 But when your heart grows weary 
 
 And you sigh to see the rose, 
 Then you'll come back to Dixie 
 
 Where the Swanee river flows. 
 
 CORNFIELDS 
 
 The cornfields, the cornfields 
 
 Waving in the air. 
 Waving in the sunshine 
 
 And waving green and fair; 
 How I love the cornfields 
 
 How I love to go 
 Back to Louisiana, 
 
 Where the cornfields grow. 
 
 The comfieUs, the cornfields 
 
 I never can forget, 
 And often in my fancy 
 
 I am toiling in them yet; 
 And when my days are over 
 
 I want my soul to go 
 Back to Louisiana, 
 
 Where the cornfields grow. 
 
  
 
 BEFO' DE WAH 
 
 I was bo'n Sah in a cabin, 
 A cabin very small, 
 It didn't have a chimney 
 And it didn't have a hall; 
 But it had a big sunflower 
 
 Growing round the door. 
 And this was long ago, Sah, 
 
 Long befo' de wah. 
 Long befo' the wah, Sah, 
 Long befo' de wah. 
 The darkies they were singing, 
 The banjos they were ringing, 
 Down in old Virginia 
 Long befo' de wah. 
 
 I was bo'n down in the Souf, Sah, 
 Upon a little farm. 
 The days were bright and sunny 
 And the nights were bright and warm ; 
 The rabbit and the turtle 
 Would come around the door. 
 And this was long ago, Sah, 
 Long befo' de wah. 
 Long befo' de wah, Sah, 
 Long befo' de wah, 
 Down in old Virginny 
 I was a pickaninny, 
 Long befo' de wah, Sah, 
 Long befo' de wah. 
 
 
 WHAT FOH I DUNNO 
 
 I done get arrested 
 
 What foh, I dunno. 
 I wasn't near that hen house 
 
 When that rooster crow; 
 I didn't see that rooster 
 
 When that rooster crow, 
 But I done get arrested 
 
 What foh, I dunno. 
 
 I done get arrested 
 
 What foh, I dunno. 
 I wasn't near that wood pile 
 
 When dem breezes blow; 
 I didn't see that wood pile 
 
 When dem breezes blow, 
 I done get arrested 
 
 But what foh, I dunno. 
 
  
 



 
 
 SERENADE 
 
 Smiling moon, rising soon 
 Over the hills, over the rills 
 
 And I'm thinking of my Dinah, 
 And the smiling silvery moon. 
 
 Smiling moon, silvery moon 
 All the flowers, scent the bowers 
 
 And I'm thinking of my Dinah, 
 And the smiling silvery moon. 
 
 Smiling moon, silvery moon 
 
 Twitter the birds, low the herds 
 
 And I'm thinking of my Dinah, 
 And the smiling silvery moon. 
 
 Smiling moon, silvery moon 
 The nights ajar, I see the star 
 
 And I long to be with Dinah, 
 And the smiling silvery moon. 
 
 DINAH 
 
 Dinah! Dinah! I see Dinah there. 
 Dinah ! Dinah ! Dinah I declare 
 All the boys are jealous 
 
 See them pull their hair. 
 When my Dinah's coming 
 
 And I see Dinah there. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Dinah ! Dinah ! just see Dinah's hair. 
 Dinah ! Dinah ! Dinah is so fair, 
 All the boys are jealous 
 
 They could almost swear, 
 When my Dinah's coming 
 
 And I see Dinah there. 
 
 DINAH MINE 
 
 Dinah! Dinah is my gal. 
 You can have your Sue or Sal, 
 But the one that pleases me 
 Is my Dinah that you see. 
 
 Dinah! Dinah! Dinah mine. 
 Her eyes sparkle, her eyes shine, 
 And where a gal so choice and fine 
 Like my Dinah, Dinah, mine. 
 
 She is plump and she is fair 
 With coal black eyes and coal black hair, 
 And on her hand she is going to wear 
 A big gold ring that I'll put there. 
 
 Dinah! Dinah! Dinah mine. 
 Her eyes sparkle, her eyes shine. 
 And where a gal so choice and fine 
 Like my Dinah, Dinah mine. 
 
  
 
 
 MANDY'S PARTY 
 
 Mandy gave a party 
 
 The fame of which was wide, 
 And Mandy did the cooking 
 
 For that was Mandy's pride; 
 There were chickens, there were possums, 
 
 There was hoe cake and a boar, 
 And Mandy says I'm coming 
 
 When I lock that kitchen door. 
 
 The smell of all that kitchen 
 
 Pervaded every room, 
 Just like a sweet potato 
 
 In sweet potato bloom ; 
 The dancers all were merry, 
 
 The revelry galore, 
 And Mandy says I'm coming 
 
 When I lock that kitchen door. 
 
 And Mandy in the kitchen 
 
 Was busy as the bees, 
 Baking crispy biscuits 
 
 And shelling juicy peas; 
 The call went round for Mandy 
 
 And went round more and more 
 But Mandy says I'm coming 
 
 When I lock this kitchen door. 
 
  
 
 At last the supper's ready, 
 
 At last the work is done, 
 And raging fast and furious 
 
 Went on the n***** fun ; 
 The coons began to grumble 
 
 And the coons began to jaw, 
 But Mandy says I'm coming 
 
 When I lock this kitchen door. 
 
 For Mandy knew them n*****s 
 
 And Mandy knew them coons, 
 She knew them possums baking 
 
 Would start them n***** croons; 
 So* let them n*****s holler. 
 
 Said Mandy with a roar. 
 And tell them coons I'm coming 
 
 When I lock this kitchen door. 
 
 AUNT JEMIMA 
 
 Aunt Jemima laughed so loud 
 She looked just like a thunder cloud, 
 Her mouth would open like a door 
 And then there came an awful roar ; 
 It used to all the babies wake, 
 It used to all the ceiling shake. 
 And I'm laughing, laughing yet 
 At Aunt Jemima's cheeks so wet. 
 
  
 



 
 
 SHUFFLIN' FEET 
 
 There's music in the banjo, 
 
 There's music soft and sweet, 
 When playing in the evening 
 
 To rest the weary feet; 
 And when the banjo's playing 
 
 And playing soft and sweet, 
 I can't keep from shufflin' 
 
 From shufflin' these old feet. 
 
 The rheum am in my fingers 
 
 And the rheum am in my feet, 
 And I can only hobble 
 
 When I go along the street ; 
 And when the harps of Zion 
 
 Send out their tones so sweet, 
 I can't keep from shufflin' 
 
 From shufflin' these old feet. 
 
 WHEN I GET OVER THE RIVER 
 
 When I get over the river, 
 
 That river deep and wide, 
 How great will be my pleasure. 
 
 How great will be my pride ; 
 The angels will be standing 
 
 For every one to see, 
 And when I get over the river 
 
 Moses will meet me. 
 
  
 



 
 
 When I get over the river 
 
 And reach old Jordan's shore, 
 I want to see my loved ones 
 
 That all have gone before; 
 And there amid that gathering 
 
 For every one to see 
 Moses w'xW be standing 
 
 And waiting there for me. 
 
 UNCLE TOM 
 
 Uncle Tom is singing 
 
 And singing soft and low, 
 His hair is almost silvered 
 
 And his steps are very slow ; 
 And still he keeps on singing 
 
 As he treads among the gorse, 
 One more ribber, one more ribber 
 
 One more ribber to cross. 
 
 The day is bright and cheerful 
 
 The sky shows not a cloud, 
 And Uncle Tom keeps singing 
 
 In the vineyard with the crowd; 
 And still he keeps on singing 
 
 With all his vocal force, 
 One more ribber, one more ribber 
 
 One more ribber to cross. 
 
  
 



 
 
 FOLK SONG 
 
 White folks, white folks 
 Want to shine, 
 Drink a lot of whiskey, 
 Drink a lot of wine; 
 And white folks, white folks 
 Don't take it ill, 
 Ef when you talk — 
 I done keep still. 
 
 White folks, white folks 
 You am proud. 
 You done talk big 
 And you done talk loud ; 
 And white folks, white folks 
 Don't take it ill, 
 Ef when you talk — 
 I done keep still. 
 
 White folks, white folks 
 Make a lot of noise. 
 Talk about their pleasures. 
 Talk about their joys; 
 And white folks, white folks 
 Don't take it ill, 
 Ef when you talk — 
 I done keep still. 
 
 White folks, white folks 
 Where am your brains, 
 Doing all these things 
 Fo' yo' pains; 
 And white folks, white folks 
 Don't take it ill, 
 Ef when you talk — 
 I done keep still. 

 
 THE POOR WHITE MAN 
 
 The poor white man. 
 The poor white man, 
 Living up north 
 In a cold white land; 
 Never saw a banjo 
 Or heard a n***** band, 
 And I'd rather be a n***** 
 Than a po' white man. 
 The poor white man, 
 The poor white man, 
 Never saw a possum 
 Or a possum in a pan. 
 Never had a chicken 
 Or a razor in his hand, 
 And I'd rather be a n***** 
 Than a po' white man. 
 
  
 



 
 
 POSSUM PIE 
 
 Carve that possum, Hannah 
 
 Carve that possum soon, 
 For the pan am ready 
 
 And here am the spoon; 
 Carve him in de quarters, 
 
 Carve him in de thigh, 
 And carve that possum, Hannah 
 
 Foh a possum pie. 
 
 Carve that possum, Hannah 
 
 Carve the fat and lean, 
 For that meat am the juiciest 
 
 That I have ever seen; 
 Carve him in de quarters. 
 
 Carve him in de thigh, 
 And carve that possum, Hannah 
 
 Foh a possum pie. 
 
 THE GRINNING n***** MAN 
 
 When you make a hoe cake 
 
 You w^ant to make it quick. 
 Stir it in the basin 
 
 And stir it with a stick; 
 Bake it in the oven. 
 
 Bake it in a pan. 
 And then just watch the antics 
 
 Of that grinning n***** man. 
 
  
 
 When you eat a hoe cake 
 
 You want to eat it hot, 
 Take it from the oven 
 
 And eat it on the spot; 
 Hold it in the middle, 
 
 Hold it in your han' 
 And then just watch the antics 
 
 Of that grinning n***** man. 
 
 I'M THERE 
 
 Every different n***** 
 
 Has a different taste, 
 You can see it in their manner, 
 
 You can see it in their face; 
 Some might want a turtle. 
 
 Some might want a bear. 
 But when you say rabbit 
 
 I'm there. 
 
 Possum is too juicy, 
 
 Chicken is too dry, 
 Watermelon lovely 
 
 When they take the eye; 
 Some might want a turkey, 
 
 Some might want a hare, 
 But when you say rabbit 
 
 I'm there. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE DARKY'S PRAYER 
 
 Oh, Massa of all Massas 
 
 Where the ribber Jordan flows, 
 Where the darkies all am welcome 
 
 In their poor and ragged clothes; 
 Dis darky am a pleading, 
 
 His lips done move in prayer, 
 And help a poor old n***** 
 
 Till he done get there. 
 
 I ask no more of Massa 
 
 Than Massa give to me, 
 He made my labor plenty 
 
 And he made my labor free; 
 The vi^ay am long and weary, 
 
 The load am hard to bear, 
 And help a poor old n***** 
 
 Till he done get there. 
 
 For all of Massa's kindness 
 
 And Massa's ways to men, 
 My heart am full of glory 
 
 And my lips will say amen ; 
 But Jordan and the shadows 
 
 Are sometimes hard to bear. 
 And help a poor old n***** 
 
 Till he done get there. 
 
  
 
 
 OLD BLACK JOE 
 
 Old Black Joe went hobbling, 
 Went hobbling down the street, 
 
 Rags upon his shoulders 
 And rags upon his feet. 
 
 He told a simple story 
 
 That I would have you know, 
 The gospel of the toiler 
 
 And the gospel of the hoe. 
 
 Bo'n down in the Souf, Sah, 
 
 Bo'n befo' de wah, 
 I never knew my Mother 
 
 Nor what my life was for. 
 
 They talk about the bible 
 And where I've got to go, 
 
 But I couldn't learn the bible 
 When I had to learn the hoe. 
 
 And when I get to heaven 
 Where any weeds done grow, 
 
 I guess the Lord will take me 
 If I show the Lord my hoe. 
 
 And as a finite judgment 
 On creeds and things below, 
 
 I want no better argument 
 Than old Black Joe. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WE'LL ALL GO TO HEAVEN WHEN 
 WE DIE 
 
 Chillun don't worry, 
 
 Chillun don't fret, 
 When the sky am dark 
 
 And the ground am wet; 
 The Lord am good 
 
 And we've only got to try 
 And we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die, 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die; 
 The Lord am good 
 
 And we've only got to try, 
 And we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
 Look to the east 
 
 And look to the west, 
 And look to the place 
 
 That you think best; 
 For somewhere in the heaven 
 
 There's a rainbow in the sky, 
 And we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
  
 



 
 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die, 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die; 
 For somewhere in the heaven 
 
 There's a rainbow in the sky, 
 And we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
 The night may come 
 
 And the day be late, 
 And all you got to do 
 
 Is to trust and wait ; 
 So chillun don't weep 
 
 And chillun don't sigh, 
 For we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die, 
 We'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die; 
 So chillun don't weep 
 
 And chillun don't sigh. 
 For we'll all go to heaven 
 
 When we die. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THJE LORD SAY COME 
 
 Glory, Hallelujah! 
 
 To the blood of the lamb, 
 I've got a new song 
 
 And the song is a psalm ; 
 Get out of the way, 
 
 Get off the track. 
 Get off old devil — 
 
 Get off my back; 
 The Lord am a comin' 
 
 For I hear the big drum 
 And I'm gwine up to heaven 
 
 When the Lord say come. 
 
 Glory, Hallelujah! 
 
 To the blood of the lamb, 
 Glory, Hallelujah! 
 
 What a saint I am; 
 That old devil — 
 
 He gave me a frown. 
 But I turned to that devil 
 
 And I knocked him down; 
 I'm gwine to Canaan 
 
 And Canaan gwine to hum, 
 When I see the Lord comin' 
 
 And the Lord say come. 
 
  
 
 
 THE DARKY DRUM AND FIFE CORPS 
 
 The darky drum and fife corps 
 
 Is marching on parade, 
 The avenue is crowded 
 
 And the favorite tune is played ; 
 And the pride of all that company 
 
 Was not the major tall — 
 But it was the big bass drummer 
 
 And his little sheepskin ball. 
 
 Boom, boom, boom ! 
 
 Boom, boom, boom! 
 Bumpety, bumpety. 
 
 Boom, boom, boom ; 
 See those elbows flying : 
 
 Dispersing every gloom, 
 Bumpety, bumpety, 
 
 Boom, boom, boom. 
 
 The darky drum and fife corps 
 
 Is marching on parade, 
 The windows all are opened 
 
 By the smiling man and maid; 
 And the pride of all that company 
 
 Was not the major tall — 
 But it was the big bass drummer 
 
 And his little sheepskin ball. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHILE JORDAN'S IN THE WAY 
 
 Roll on, thou fiery pillar 
 
 Roll on, roll on your way, 
 Roll on in the night time 
 
 And roll on in the day ; 
 The Lord am all around us. 
 
 It cannot come this way, 
 Oh Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 While Jordan's in the way. 
 
 Roll on, thou fiery pillar 
 
 Roll on, roll on your way. 
 It cannot touch the righteous 
 
 Who to the Lord will pray; 
 It cannot touch the holy, 
 
 It cannot come this way. 
 Oh Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 While Jordan's in the way. 
 
 CANAAN 
 
 Canaan thou art lovely, 
 
 Canaan of my dreams, 
 Thy mountains and thy valleys. 
 
 Thy woodlands and thy streams; 
 Canaan's over the river, 
 
 Canaan's very near; 
 I can't go to Canaan 
 
 But the Lord sends Canaan here. 
  
 



 
 
 Cooling are thy waters, 
 
 Thy pastures rich abound, 
 Thy flocks and fleece are legion 
 
 And always to be found; 
 Canaan's over the river, 
 
 Canaan's very near; 
 I can't go to Canaan 
 
 But the Lord sends Canaan here. 
 
 PUSH DEM CLOUDS AWAY 
 
 Elijah I is coming, 
 
 I'se coming in the morn, 
 Fse coming in a hurry 
 
 And I'se coming to the horn; 
 So get the chariot ready, 
 
 I'se coming there to stay. 
 And when you see me comin' 
 
 Oh push dem clouds away. 
 
 The Jordan am a rollin' 
 
 And smoky am the plain, 
 And I'se afraid of lightnin' 
 
 And I'se afraid of rain; 
 So when you see me comin' 
 
 I'se coming there to stay, 
 So have that chariot ready 
 
 And push dem clouds away. 
 




 
 CHRISTMAS AM A COMIN' 
 
 All the day long — 
 
 I worry and fret, 
 Something goes wrong 
 
 That I cannot forget 
 But go away raincloud, 
 
 Go away fly — 
 Christmas am a comin' 
 
 And I ain't going to cry. 
 
 All the day long — 
 
 I worry and fret, 
 Something gwine to happen 
 
 Or I get in debt. 
 But go away trouble 
 
 Go away sigh — 
 Christmas am a comin' 
 
 And I ain't going to cry. 
 
 Christmas am a comin', 
 
 Comin' on the way, 
 Christmas am a comin' 
 
 And tomorrow am the day. 
 There's a possum in the cellar 
 
 And a porker in the sty — 
 Christmas am a comin' 
 
 And I ain't going to cry. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE BREAK DOWN 
 
 My old wagon, chillun, 
 Isn't verj' sound, 
 It been a good old wagon 
 But it done broke down. 
 
 The axle's out of order 
 And the wheels won't go round, 
 It been a good old wagon 
 But it done broke down. 
 
 It trundled in the cotton 
 And it trundled into town, 
 It been a good old wagon 
 But it done broke down. 
 
 And now I have to sell it 
 To my neighbor, Mr. Brown, 
 It been a good old wagon 
 But it done broke down. 
 
 And I hope a better master 
 My poor old wagon's found, 
 For it been a good old wagon 
 Before it done broke down. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DEM SHOES 
 
 Look here n***** at my feet, 
 Ain't them lovely and ain't them sweet? 
 Ah jes' bought 'em, they're only two's 
 And ah gave a dollar for dem shoes. 
 Look here n***** what you see, 
 All dem folks done look at me. 
 Glory! Glory! I need the blues 
 For I'se too happy in dem shoes. 
 
 THE OLD MULE'S TAIL 
 
 That old mule's tail 
 
 Am a swinging to and fro, 
 Swinging like a pendulum 
 
 And swinging high and low. 
 And I thought it was a windstorm 
 
 And I thought it was a gale 
 When riding with my Dinah 
 
 And that old mule's tail. 
 
 That old mule's tail 
 
 Am a swinging to and fro, 
 Swinging when I'm coming 
 
 And swinging when I go. 
 And I thought he was a threshing 
 
 And I thought it was a flail 
 When riding with my Dinah 
 
 And that old mule's tail. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE GOOD, GOOD NEWS 
 
 Go away hunger — 
 
 Knockin' on the door, 
 Go away cold wind 
 
 Come around no more. 
 Tell all your folks 
 
 The good good news — 
 Moses am a comin' 
 
 And we'll all have shoes. 
 
 Barefoot in the summer — 
 
 Barefoot in the cold. 
 Barefoot when you're married 
 
 And barefoot when you're old. 
 But tell all the folks 
 
 The good good news — 
 Moses am a comin' 
 
 And we'll all have shoes. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE SONG OF DAVID 
 
 David was a great big King — 
 Sing a song of David, 
 
 His crow^n was gold, and so was his ring- 
 Sing a song of David. 
 
 He took a stone and he took a sling — 
 Sing a song of David, 
 
 And a great big giant down he bring — 
 Sing a song of David; 
 
 Oh glory to the heavenly King 
 Singing the song of David. 
 
 SOMETHING FOR THE BLUES 
 
 I met a yaller n***** 
 
 And he was looking very sad, 
 And he told me of his sorrow 
 
 And the feelings that he had; 
 He wasn't lacking money 
 
 And he wasn't lacking news, 
 But still he wanted something 
 
 That was something for the blue§, 
  
 

 
 
 Something for the blues, 
 
 Something for the blues, 
 He was wanting something, 
 
 Something for the blues; 
 It might have been a possum 
 
 Or it might have been new shoes, 
 But he was wanting something 
 
 That was something for the blues. 
 
 Just then there started playing 
 
 A minstrel n***** band, 
 And it was playing Dixie 
 
 Way down in Dixieland ; 
 And that n***** very happy 
 
 Began to shout and muse, 
 The band is playing something 
 
 That is something for the blues. 
 
 Something for the blues, 
 
 Something for the blues. 
 He was wanting something, 
 
 Something for the blues; 
 It might have been a possum 
 
 Or it might have been new shoes, 
 But he was wanting something 
 
 That was something for the blues. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DIXIE FAR AWAY 
 
 I hear the banjos playing 
 
 And I hear the banjos ring, 
 I hear the darkies dancing 
 
 And I hear the darkies sing; 
 And my heart is ever longing 
 
 For that ne'er forgotten day, 
 When I was down in Dixie 
 
 In Dixie far away. 
 
 The essence of Ole Virginny 
 
 And the fancy buck and wing, 
 The banjos still are playing 
 
 While the darkies dance and sing; 
 My steps are slow and feeble 
 
 And my hair is turning gray, 
 But my heart is ever longing 
 
 For the Dixie far away. 
 
 REFRAINS 
 
 I want to be an angel 
 Dwelling in the sky, 
 
 I want to be an angel, 
 An angel when I die. 
  
 



 
 
 Daniel and the lion 
 
 In the lion's den, 
 I want to be like Daniel 
 
 In the lion's den. 
 
 I want to be Elijah 
 
 And have a saint's reward, 
 I want to be Elijah 
 
 Elijah of the Lord. 
 
 GLORY 
 
 I met old Satan walking 
 
 And Satan wanted to know, 
 All about my business 
 
 And where I was going to go; 
 And I told old Satan smiling 
 
 When he wanted to know my name, 
 Oh, I told him, Hallelujah! 
 
 That Glory was my name. 
 
 And now when I go walking 
 
 Old Satan don't come near, 
 He knows I am converted 
 
 And that my skirts are clear; 
 And when old Satan smiling 
 
 Wants to know your name, 
 Oh tell him, Hallelujah! 
 
 That Glory is your name. 
 
  
 



 
 
 SATAN AND THE SHEEP 
 
 The Lord he is our Shepherd 
 And we're the Lord's black sheep, 
 Cut along old Satan 
 Cut along bo-peep. 
 
 A wolf got in among us 
 When we were fast asleep, 
 Cut along old Satan 
 Cut along bo-peep. 
 
 But the Lord he sent to guard us 
 An angel in our sleep, 
 Cut along old Satan 
 Cut along bo-peep. 
 
 And now we praise the Shepherd 
 That we are still his sheep, 
 Cut along old Satan 
 Cut along bo-peep. 
 
  
 



 
 
 HOT CORN 
 
 Hot corn! hot corn! 
 
 Hot corn, good and hot, 
 Hot corn on the fire 
 
 And hot corn in the pot; 
 Come and get your hot corn 
 
 Come and get it, and 
 You won't begrudge the nickel 
 
 To the hot corn man. 
 
 Hot corn ! hot corn ! 
 
 Hot corn, good and hot, 
 Hot corn on the fire 
 
 And boih'ng in the pot; 
 Just you try that hot corn — 
 
 Just you try it, and 
 You won't begrudge the nickel 
 
 To the hot corn man. 
 
 Hot corn! hot corn! 
 
 Hot corn, good and hot, 
 Hot corn on the fire 
 
 And steaming in the pot; 
 There's the salt and pepper — 
 
 Eat it where you stand, 
 And you won't begrudge the nickel 
 
 To the hot corn man. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Hot corn! hot corn! 
 
 Hot corn from the south, 
 Growing in the garden 
 
 And melting in the mouth. 
 See me shuck that hot corn — 
 
 See me shuck it, and 
 You won't begrudge the nickel 
 
 To the hot corn man. 
 
 WHEN YOU GET BACK TO DIXIE 
 
 I'm going back to Dixie, 
 
 My heart is so forlorn, 
 I'm going back to Dixie, 
 
 To Dixie in the morn; 
 And when you get back to Dixie, 
 
 To Dixie fond and true, 
 Tell all my friends in Dixie 
 
 That I am coming too. 
 
 I'm going back to Dixie, 
 
 To Dixie and the corn, 
 I'm going back to Dixie, 
 
 For I was Dixie born; 
 And when you get back to Dixie 
 
 And Dixie's skies so blue. 
 Tell all my friends in Dixie 
 
 That I am coming too. 
 
 



 
 
 THE OLD BLACK MULE 
 
 Whoa dar, Snowball, 
 
 You old black fool, 
 Said old Tom the driver 
 
 To his old black mule. 
 
 Your harness am easy 
 And your load am light, 
 
 So quit your kicking 
 And all that spite. 
 
 I done got my troubles 
 With dem dar wheels. 
 
 Without keeping out of 
 The reach of yo' heels. 
 
 And den such manners 
 
 I nebber did see, 
 Your feet am a showing 
 
 Their corns to me. 
 
 You ain't an angel 
 
 And you can't fly. 
 So quit your kicking 
 
 Dem heels so high. 
 
 You am so homely 
 
 And so forlorn, 
 A pity poor Snowball 
 
 You ebber was born. 
  
 



 
 
 I jes' done gib you 
 
 All yo' oats, 
 And you get frighten' 
 
 At dem steamboats. 
 
 But that am the market 
 
 Whar this cotton am gwine, 
 And say, Mr. Snowball, 
 
 Whar you gvvine? 
 
 And whar am the money 
 For to pay the rents? 
 
 And say, Mr. Snowball, 
 Whar am yo' sense? 
 
 Ah done declare, 
 
 Mah gooodness grace, 
 
 If dat old Snowball 
 Done bus' a trace. 
 
 And jes' for dat 
 
 An' breakin' dem hames, 
 I done call you 
 
 All dem names. 
 
 See dat Snowball, 
 See dat mule. 
 
 Whoa dar. Snowball, 
 You big ole fool. 
 
  
 



 
 
 You'll get a good supper 
 And j^ou'll get a good bed, 
 
 So quit that fooling 
 
 Or I'll break your head. 
 
 And the mule thinking wisely 
 
 Of Tom and his quip, 
 Went off sedately 
 
 To the touch of his whip. 
 
 And sitting by the wayside 
 Of the thicket and the pool, 
 
 I heard Tom lecture 
 His Old Black Mule. 
 
 SPINDLES 
 
 Dat ole Spindles was a mule, 
 A graduate of every mule school. 
 Golly! golly! how dat feels — 
 Look out Spindles fo' dem heels. 
 
 He kick at the fly, an' he kick at the moon. 
 He kick too late, an' he kick too soon — 
 And golly! golly! how dat feels — 
 'Ware ole Spindles, 'ware dem heels. 
 
 Ef yo' want to kick, an' kick so high — 
 Just push dem clouds out from de sky 
 But golly! golly! how it feels — 
 To get in touch wif Spindles' heels. 
 
  
 
 
 LICKIN' THE GOAT 
 
 I saw a big n***** 
 
 Butting a mule, 
 He butted him hot 
 
 And he butted him cool; 
 And I heard him say 
 
 As he took off his coat, 
 "You might lick a n***** 
 
 But you can't lick a goat." 
 
 He butted him black 
 
 And he butted him blue, 
 And he almost butted 
 
 That mule in two; 
 And I heard him say 
 
 As he put on his coat, 
 "You might lick a n***** 
 
 But you can't lick a goat." 
 
 The mule he stand 
 
 And the mule he feel 
 Jes' like a prisoner 
 
 When he steal; 
 And he ought to know better 
 
 When he leave his cote. 
 Not to go fooling 
 
 With a Billy Goat. 
 
  
 



 
 
 GRACIOUS HOW THAT CHILE 
 DONE GROW 
 
 Gracious! how that chile done grow, 
 Said a snowball white as snow, 
 To a sunflower all aglow — 
 Gracious how that chile done grow. 
 Once it was so wee and small 
 
 Now it is so big and tall, 
 
 I am like a mite below — 
 
 Gracious ! how that chile done grow. 
 
 LAMENTING THE CORN 
 
 Rastus limped along the street, 
 Something the matter with his feet, 
 He wheezed, he shuffled and he grunted 
 Just like a boar by hunters hunted ; 
 And to a friend who asked the reason 
 Of such distress in such a season, 
 Rastus all his pity scorns 
 And simply tells about his corns; 
 My corns am big, my corns am hot 
 And corns am all mah feet has got, 
 And if these corns doan' stop their achin' 
 Ah'U surely think mah feet am bakin'; 
 And as I heard his lamentations 
 I thought of cornfields and plantations. 
 For Rastus had a pair of feet 
 Not often seen upon the street; 
 And if his corns hurt to their size 
 I don't wonder at his cries. 
  
 


 
 MAMMY I LOVE YOU 
 
 Mammy I love you, 
 With your red bandanna, 
 And Chloe or Hannah, 
 Mammy I love you. 
 
 Mammy I love you 
 With your face so vv^rinkled, 
 And your rings that tinkled, 
 Mammy I love you. 
 
 Mammy I love you, 
 Jemina or Dinah, 
 My heart will shrine her. 
 Mammy I love you. 
 
 Mammy I love you. 
 The Blacker the better, 
 With your iron fetter, 
 Mammy I love you. 
 
 Mammy I love you, 
 With your kinky hair, 
 And your feet so bare, 
 Mammy I love you. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE GENTLEMEN OF THE BONES 
 
 Be seated merry gentlemen, 
 
 The minstrel show is on, 
 The coons are in regalia 
 
 And their dancing shoes they don ; 
 And then you hear announcing 
 
 In the most alluring tones, 
 Mr. Sam is tambo 
 
 And Mr. Tarn is bones. 
 
 The sunflowers are in blossom, 
 
 The sunflowers are in bloom. 
 And sweet the balmy incense 
 
 That floats around the room; 
 They dance just like the crickets 
 
 Would dance upon the stones. 
 But there's nothing like the playing 
 
 Of the gem'men with the bones. 
 
 They do the jig and tw^o-step, 
 
 They do the fancy reel, 
 They're dancing with the toe-step 
 
 And dancing with the heel; 
 Up and down they're rolling, 
 
 You can almost hear the groans. 
 And see the eyelids quivering 
 
 Of the gem'men with the bones. 
 
  
 They never stop for succor, 
 
 They never pause for rest, 
 The show devolves upon them 
 
 And they're giving up their best; 
 The tambos tinkle merrily 
 
 And sweet the banjo's tones, 
 But there's nothing like the playing 
 
 Of the gem 'men of the bones. 
 
 THE MISSISSIPPI 
 
 Roll on, Mississippi — 
 
 Roll on, wide and deep, 
 I see the shadows coming 
 
 And I see the shadows creep; 
 There are windings there are turnings, 
 
 There's the shallow and the ford. 
 Rush by, river, rush by — 
 
 Rush by to the Lord. 
 
 Roll on, Mississippi — 
 
 Roll on, between your banks. 
 There are cabins in your forests 
 
 And cornfields on your flanks ; 
 The darkies' work is over, 
 
 At rest the hoe and gourd. 
 Rush by, river, rush by — 
 
 Rush by to the Lord. 
 
  
 



 
 
 ANGEL SOUND THAT TRUMP 
 
 Angel! sound that trump, 
 
 That great good day proclaim, 
 
 When I shall stand before the Lord 
 And hear his blessed name. 
 
 Angel! sound that trump, 
 And sound it loud and clear, 
 
 Which tells the judgment day is come 
 And Christ the Lord is here. 
 
 And angel sound that trump! 
 
 For I want to hear the sound, 
 Which tells the Lord is near at hand 
 
 And Moses done come round. 
 
 DON'T YOU WANT TO GO ALONG 
 
 A mighty tide is rising 
 
 And it's rising very fast. 
 And the ark is ready waiting 
 
 And it's waiting to the last; 
 It's going down the river, 
 
 Don't you want to go along? 
 And there's room for every sinner 
 
 If you'll only go along. 
 
 
 The tide is on the river 
 
 And the tide is on the shore, 
 And the ark is rocking, rocking 
 
 Like it never did before; 
 It's going down the river. 
 
 Don't you want to go along? 
 And there's room for every sinner 
 
 If you'll only go along. 
 
 THE GOLDEN STAIR 
 
 When I go up that golden stair 
 Them golden slippers I am gwine to wear. 
 And all my friends will be waiting there 
 When I go up that golden stair. 
 
 That golden stair, that golden stair, 
 When I go up that golden stair. 
 Them golden slippers I am gwmt to wear 
 When I go up that golden stair. 
 
 Moses will be waiting there 
 
 And Canaan show its face so fair. 
 
 And them golden slippers I am gwine to wear 
 
 When I go up that golden stair. 
 
 That golden stair, that golden stair, 
 When I go up that golden stair, 
 Them golden slippers I am gwine to wear 
 When I go up that golden stair. 
  
 



 
 
 DOWN UPON THE LEVEE 
 
 Down upon the levee 
 The moon is all aglow, 
 
 Down upon the levee 
 Where the coons all go. 
 
 The river seems to slumber 
 So peaceful is its flow, 
 
 Down upon the levee 
 Where the coons all go. 
 
 There goes a dusky maiden 
 With her banjo and her beau, 
 
 Down upon the levee 
 Where the coons all go. 
 
 There is music, there is dancing 
 With the fiddle and the bow, 
 
 Down upon the levee 
 Where the coons all go. 
 
 And if I was in Dixie 
 
 The first place I would go, 
 
 Would be down upon the levee 
 Where the coons all go. 
 
  
 



 
 
 RAGTIME 
 
 Ragtime, ragtime, 
 
 That am a happy time, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time; 
 The banjos am a playing 
 
 And the feet begin to chime, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time. 
 
 Ragtime, ragtime. 
 
 That am a happy time, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time; 
 The fiddles am a playing 
 
 And the song begins to chime, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time. 
 
 Ragtime, ragtime, 
 
 That am a happy time, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time ; 
 The boys are bright and jolly 
 
 And the girls are just sublime, 
 Down around the levee 
 
 In the evening time. 
 
  
 



 
 
 RASTUS JOHNSON'S IDYL TO HIS MULE 
 
 Git ap, git ap, 
 
 You lazy old mule, 
 You never went to college 
 
 And you never went to school; 
 You haven't any manners 
 
 And you're nothing but a fool, 
 Git ap, git ap. 
 
 You lazy old mule. 
 
 Git ap, git ap, 
 
 You lazy old mule, 
 I could hit you with a hammer 
 
 And hit you with a stool; 
 You never keep a promise 
 
 And you never keep a rule. 
 Git ap, git ap. 
 
 You scalawag mule. 
 
 Git ap, git ap, 
 
 You lazy old mule, 
 I done a lot of swearing 
 
 Since I had that mule; 
 You're nothing but a nuisance 
 
 And you're nothing but a fool, 
 Git ap, git ap. 
 
 You lazy old mule. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Git ap, git ap, 
 
 You scandalous old mule, 
 I'll never get to heaven 
 
 If I drive that mule; 
 You're nothing but a n***** 
 
 And you're nothing but a fool, 
 And Rastus Johnson ended 
 
 His idyl to his mule. 
 
 DOING THE BEST HE CAN 
 
 The mule he got a very big load 
 
 And he go up the hill, 
 And he pull, and pull, and pull, and pull 
 
 But that wagon done keep still; 
 The driver start to get his whip, 
 
 The mule he saw his hand, 
 And he say to that driver, hold that whip 
 
 Foh ahm doing the best ah can. 
 
 You might help lighten up mah load 
 
 By walking up this hill. 
 You might done let me rest a bit 
 
 When I done do your will. 
 The flies done bite me mos' to death, 
 
 Mah shoes burn in the sand. 
 And when you start to use that whip 
 
 Ahm doing the best ah can. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THE COONS ALL COME AROUND 
 
 Down in old Virginia 
 
 My father had a farm, 
 The nights were long and lovely 
 
 And the days were bright and warm; 
 And of all the grinning faces 
 
 That ever made a sound, 
 You ought to hear the laughing 
 
 When the coons all came around. 
 
 The morning had its labor, 
 
 The cotton fields their share, 
 And evening had its pleasure 
 
 When we were gathered there; 
 And of all the fancy jumping 
 
 That ever stirred the ground, 
 You ought to see the dancing 
 
 When the coons all came around. 
 
 And dulcet was the music 
 
 And dulcet were the tones, 
 And dulcet was the banjo 
 
 And dulcet were the bones; 
 And of all the happy hours 
 
 That ever did abound. 
 That happiest were the happiest 
 
 When the coons all came around. 
 
  
 



 
 
 GLORY! HALLELUJAH! 
 
 When I die I want to go 
 
 With all the darkies that I know, 
 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 Moses come and take my hand 
 Lead me to that better land, 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 Over the river, over the ford, 
 Over the darkness to my Lord, 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 Let me then my Jesus see, 
 Let him smile his smile on me. 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 Let the bells of heaven ring, 
 Let the angels start to sing, 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 My old Mammy I shall see, 
 Ephraim too will welcome me, 
 Glory! Hallelujah! 
 
 For when I die I want to go 
 With all the darkies that I know. 
 Oh Glory Hallelujah! 
  
 



 
 
 MANDY 
 
 I know a buxom 
 
 And Mandy's her name, 
 Her eyes are like opals, 
 
 Her teeth are the same; 
 Her lips are like rubies 
 
 Now scarlet now flame, 
 I know a buxom 
 
 And Mandy's her name. 
 
 I know a buxom 
 
 And Mandy's her name, 
 From magnolia and moonlight 
 
 And Dixie she came; 
 Her voice is like music. 
 
 Her smile is the same, 
 I know a buxom 
 
 And Mandy's her name, 
 
 THE n***** 
 
 The Lord He made the n***** 
 And He made him in the night, 
 
 He made him for the sunshine 
 And He made him for the light. 
 
 He took a piece of cotton 
 And He stuck it in his eye. 
 
 And you'll always see a n***** 
 Like a cloud roll by. 
 
 The Lord He made the n***** 
 And He made him in the night, 
 
 He made him for the sunshine 
 And He made him for the light. 
 
 He made him in a hurry 
 
 And He made him to be heard, 
 And you'll always hear a n***** 
 
 And he's singing like a bird. 

 
 A REAL GOOD TIME 
 
 "There's going to be a party," 
 
 Said Mr. Jackson Jones, 
 A rather swarthy gentleman 
 
 And almost skin and bones; 
 "There'll be music, there'll be dancing. 
 
 There'll be chicken fat and prime, 
 And sharpen up your razors 
 
 Fo' a real good time. 
 
 "Ahm going to that party, 
 
 And ahm going to meet a coon. 
 
 And settle a lil' argument 
 Right in that party room; 
 
 There'll be music, there'll be dancing, 
 There'll be chicken fat and prime, 
 
 A.nd bring along your razors 
 Fo' a real good time." 
 
  
 



 
 
 TAKE THAT FIDDLE ALONG 
 
 Old Moses he am calling, 
 
 He am calling me away, 
 I hear it all the night time 
 
 And I hear it all the day. 
 
 I don't mind this here journey, 
 
 It will not be for long, 
 But when I take this journey 
 
 I want my fiddle along. 
 
 I ain't got much to leave you, 
 
 I gave my soul away, 
 But that fiddle was my company 
 
 Through many a weary day. 
 
 And when I go to heaven, 
 
 It will not now be long, 
 I'll leave all else behind me 
 
 But I want that fiddle along. 
 
 The ague and the rheumatiz 
 Have done got in my bones, 
 
 And the only medicine that I know 
 Am that ole fiddle's tones. 
 
 And when the harps and seraphs 
 
 Are where they all belong. 
 Oh then I'll be so happy 
 
 To have that fiddle along. 
 
  
 



 
 
 I know its old and wormy 
 
 And the bow and strings not strong, 
 But while I am in heaven 
 
 I want that fiddle along. 
 
 And mebbe that ole Moses 
 When I tune up a song, 
 
 Will say I'm glad old Ephraim 
 You took that fiddle along. 
 
 GWINE AWAY FOR CHRISTMAS 
 
 Dear friends I'se got to tell you, 
 
 I'se got to tell the news, 
 Fse gwine away for Christmas 
 
 And I'se gwine to have new shoes. 
 
 The Lord he saw me walking 
 And the Lord he says to me, 
 
 Just come and see me Christmas 
 And see what you will see. 
 
 And the Lord done give his blessing 
 And the Lord done give his hand, 
 
 And he make Ole Dinah happy 
 To see that Christmas land. 
 
 So I'se gwine away for Christmas, 
 Gwine to that happy shore, 
 
 I'se gwine away for Christmas 
 And I won't come back no more. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE PARSON'S SERMON 
 
 "Brethren and Sistern," said Parson Jones, 
 
 Raising his voice to its loudest tones, 
 
 "The collection box am a gwine aroun' 
 
 And some of that noise has a funny soun'; 
 
 It am just like a beggar with his pleas and groans, 
 
 The thanks am many and so am the bones. 
 
 "Some fo'ks I know am quite so mean 
 
 The collection box am nebber seen, 
 
 But whar there's money lost and foun' 
 
 There's them n*****s nosin' aroun' ; 
 
 I doan' want, I done tole you befo' 
 
 And keep your ban's off the pahsons door. 
 
 "The Lawd done love a cheerful giver, 
 
 The Lawd done love, but it make me shiver, 
 
 How it gwine to be without a cent 
 
 A pahson gwine to preach and pay his rent ; 
 
 Ef you tell me, can tell me true 
 
 What am the meaning of dem I. O. U. 
 
 "Aigs am aigs, and shells am shells 
 
 An' weddin' bells am weddin' bells, 
 
 But I done say this pahson am through 
 
 With fricassed liver, and roustabout stew; 
 
 It's time for the pahson to have a chicken dinner 
 
 And for that chicken I'll forgive that sinner." 
 
 Early next morning on the parson's stoop 
 There hung a fat pullet from a neighbor's coop, 
 And written on a paper in a tremulous print 
 Was this transcript of the parson's hint: 
 Here am the chicken for the pahson's dinner 
 And it's up to the pahson to save that sinner. 
 
 THE COTTON FIELDS OF GEORGIA 
 
 The fields are bright, and the fields are white 
 
 Down on the old plantation, 
 And the darkies chant, and the darkies pant 
 
 Some lullaby incantation ; 
 And the blossoms blow, and the blossoms grow 
 
 And the fields are all in order, 
 And down the row — the darkies go, 
 
 In the cotton fields of Georgia. 
 
 The blackbird swings, and the blackbird sings 
 
 His morning incantation, 
 And the hawthorn white, is a cheery sight, 
 
 Dov/n on the old plantation; 
 And the blossoms blow and the blossoms grow 
 
 And the fields are all in order, 
 And down the row — the darkies go, 
 
 In the cotton fields of Georgia. 
 
  
 



 
 
 RIGHT AWAY 
 
 I sent a message 
 
 To the Lord on high, 
 To find me a place 
 
 In the big blue sky; 
 I called to an angel 
 
 And gave him my note, 
 And the angel went away 
 
 In a cloudy boat ; 
 And what do you think 
 
 The Lord done say, 
 Come up chillun 
 
 Right away. 
 
 Right away chillun, right away, 
 Come up chillun, right away. 
 
 I asked the Lord 
 
 When we were alone, 
 To give me a place 
 
 On the big white throne; 
 For I saw Daniel 
 
 And I saw John, 
 All with the robes 
 
 Of the angels on ; 
 The Lord he smile 
 
 And the Lord he say. 
 Come up chillun 
 
 Right away. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Right away chillun, right away, 
 Come up chillun, right away. 
 
 THE FIERY FURNACE 
 
 The fiery furnace am burning hot 
 And burning hot in every spot. 
 And where am the sinner gwine to turn 
 When the fiery furnace burn and burn. 
 
 The fiery furnace am so red — 
 The flames jump up right over your head 
 And where am the sinner gwine to turn 
 When the fiery furnace burn and burn. 
 
 The devil stands beside that fire 
 While the flames go shooting higher, 
 And where am the sinner gwine to turn 
 When the fiery furnace burn and burn. 
 
 The fiery furnace am down below 
 Where all the sinners have got to go, 
 And where am the sinner gwine to turn 
 When the fiery furnace burn and burn. 
 
 And when I die, Oh Lord! I pray, 
 Keep me away from that place that day, 
 For where am the sinner gwine to turn 
 When the fiery furnace burn and burn. 
  
 



 
 
 PICKANINNY POMPEY 
 
 Pickaninny Pompey 
 
 Smiling meek and bland, 
 Says "Good morning, Massa, 
 
 I'se cum sah for the can. 
 
 "Mammy is a milking, 
 The milk is in the pan, 
 
 And Mammy says go hurry 
 And get the Massa's can." 
 
 And Pickaninny Pompey 
 Wonder eyed and bland, 
 
 Saj's "Good morning, Massa" 
 As I watch him stand. 
 
 I like this little Pompey 
 And so I take his hand, 
 
 And say to little Pompey 
 "Cum Sah when you can." 
 
  
 



 
 
 RASTUS JOHNSON 
 
 Rastus Johnson was a coon, 
 
 Holy smoke what eyes! 
 As big as any shining moon 
 
 Shining in the skies; 
 Eyes all big and glorious, 
 
 Eyes that would surprise. 
 And if you doubt he is a coon 
 
 Just you see dem eyes. 
 
 Rastus Johnson was a coon, 
 
 Holy smoke what eyes! 
 As bright as any shining moon 
 
 Shining in the skies; 
 Eyes all big and glistening, 
 
 Eyes that would surprise, 
 And if you doubt he is a coon 
 
 Just you see dem eyes. 
 
 THE PICKANINNY BAND 
 
 Rastus is a crying — 
 
 He hurt his lil' hand. 
 And that's the way they start it, 
 
 This pickaninny band, 
 
  
 And Hannah wants some hoe cake, 
 The hoe cake in the pan, 
 
 And then you hear a solo 
 From the pickaninny band. 
 
 And Caesar Alexander 
 
 Is a quarreling in the sand, 
 
 Another active member 
 Of the pickaninny band. 
 
 And all day long and evening 
 
 From Beersheba to Dan, 
 They're playing and parading, 
 
 This pickaninny band. 
 
 THAT OLD FLY 
 
 That old fly done pester me — 
 
 Go w^ay dar and let me sleep, 
 
 I hear him buzz and I hear him creep — 
 
 Go way dar and let me sleep ; 
 
 You suah done make the angels weep — 
 
 Go way dar and let me sleep, 
 
 You bite the horse and you bite the sheep — 
 
 Go way dar and let me sleep, 
 
 And for the land's sake I don't want to die 
 
 Boddered to death by that old fly. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE LIABILITY 
 
 Old Uncle Mose was explaining in detail 
 
 High finance to his friend Mr. Quail, 
 
 "An asset am this," said old Uncle Mose 
 
 Pointing with pride to his tattered clothes; 
 
 "It's what you have, and what you got — 
 
 Cash in hand and on the spot, 
 
 And a liability am what you owe — 
 
 And you have no money for that debt to show; 
 
 It am just like a chicken, that you want to borrow 
 
 And liability says come around to morrow." 
 
 "Am that a liability?" says suspicious Mr. Quail. 
 
 "If that's a liability so am the jail." 
 
 THE MENU 
 
 The African Methodist Episcopal churches 
 
 Were having a picnic on the birches, 
 
 And Rastus Johnson to show his friends 
 
 His razor from his hip unbends; 
 
 An officer saw the hostile act 
 
 And thought a row was on in fact, 
 
 So without his intervention 
 
 He thought it best to simply mention 
 
 The menu of the eats done say 
 
 No smoked beef or hash today. 
 

 
 
 BALM OF GILEAD 
 
 Can you imagine a cabin small 
 Without a kitchen or a hall? 
 And baking in a possum pan ; 
 A possum in the possum land ; 
 And gathered round it with their croons 
 With tyes, as big and bright as moons, 
 A bunch of grinning pickaninnies — 
 Hannahs, Chloes, Dinahs, Minnies; 
 And then the mutual exclamation 
 Half in phrensy and elation. 
 Golly see that possum Iliad 
 That am suah a balm of Gilead. 
 
 THE ALLIGATOR 
 
 Whenever you see a n***** 
 
 With a little mouth. 
 Running north 
 
 And running south. 
 And with a cavern 
 
 Like an extinct crater. 
 That isn't a n***** 
 
 That's an alligator. 
 

 
 
 THE BANJO 
 
 The banjo, banjo, banjo bring, 
 Let the banjo, banjo ring. 
 For my spirit only sings 
 When the banjo, banjo rings. 
 
 The banjo, banjo bring. 
 
 Let the banjo, banjo ring. 
 
 Then I'm crowned among the kings 
 
 When the banjo, banjo rings. 
 
 BRUSH DEM TEARS AWAY 
 
 The darkies weep and the darkies pray. 
 Brush, oh brush dem tears away, 
 Bring in a chicken on a tray, 
 Brush, oh brush dem tears away. 
 
 And then a big watermelon in the same way, 
 Brush, oh brush dem tears away. 
 And when they are through you will hear them say 
 All dem tears am brushed away. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THE GOLDEN TRUMPETS 
 SOUND 
 
 When the golden trumpets sound 
 Where will your soul be found, 
 Standing around, standing around, 
 When the golden trumpets sound. 
 When the golden trumpets sound 
 Where will my soul be found. 
 With the crowned, with the crowned, 
 When the golden trumpets sound. 
 
 RASTUS' FATE 
 
 Rastus Johnson had a cough 
 And his demise was not far off, 
 He called the doctor, called the nurse 
 And said, "My cough is getting worse"; 
 The doctor cautioned rest and quiet 
 And put a ban on Rastus' diet, 
 No more chicken no more pie 
 "Stop!" said Rastus with a sigh, 
 "No more chicken, no more pie? 
 Go away doctor let me die." 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE WHANGDOODLE BAND 
 
 1 went to hear a parson preach 
 
 A sermon in a church, 
 And all the coons were gathered round 
 
 Wherever they could perch. 
 
 The parson preached about a trump 
 And cymbals clang and bang, 
 
 Until the carpets took a jump 
 And all the rafters rang. 
 
 But Hannah Jones commenced to snore 
 When listless dropped her hand, 
 
 And that immediately started off 
 The whole whangdoodle band. 
 
 And brother Thomas with his bass 
 
 Essayed to lead the score, 
 Until it seemed a storm had broke 
 
 And muffled in its roar. 
 
 And Ephraim Squires solos played 
 
 In such astounding tunes. 
 The echoes traveled to the skies 
 
 And floated to the moons. 
 
 And so it went from flute to flute, 
 
 From cornet to the drum, 
 You thought the I^ird was surely here 
 
 And all liis kingdom come. 
  
 



 
 
 I never heard, I never saw 
 
 A parson get so mad, 
 He exasperated all the good 
 
 And eulogised the bad. 
 
 The parson shouted and he raved 
 And clenched it with his hand, 
 
 The Lord have mussy on the souls 
 Of that whangdoodle band. 
 
 RASTUS AND HIS BANJO 
 
 Plunket}', plunkety, plunketj^, plunk, 
 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunk, plunk, plunk, 
 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunkety, plunk — 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunk, plunk, plunk. 
 
 Ah done love mah honey all mah days, 
 Ah done love mah honey and her ways, 
 
 Ah done love into her eyes to gaze — 
 Ah done love mah honey all mah days. 
 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunkety, plunk, 
 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunk, plunk, plunk, 
 
 Plunket.v, plunkety, plunkety, plunk — 
 Plunkety, plunkety, plunk, plunk, plunk. 
 
 Ah done love mah honey all mah days, 
 Ah done love mah honey's ways to praise, 
 
 Ah done love mah honey's honey waj's — 
 Ah done love mah honey all mah days. 
 I05 
 



 
 
 MASSA'S GONE AWAY 
 
 Massa's gone away, 
 
 Massa's gone away, 
 I smell it in the clover 
 
 And I smell it in the hay; 
 The cocks don't crow so loudly. 
 
 The mules don't seem to neigh, 
 And everything is lonely 
 
 Since Massa's gone away. 
 
 The honey-suckle lingers 
 
 Around my cabin door, 
 But gone it all its sweetness 
 
 And all its bloom is o'er; 
 And everywhere I wander 
 
 My footsteps seem to say, 
 How lonely is the homestead 
 
 Since Massa's gone away. 
 
 SLAVERY DAYS 
 
 Slavery days, slavery days, 
 They are gone with all their ways. 
 Gone the hound and gone the hoe, 
 Gone the labor and the woe; 
 Gone the hardship and the curse. 
 Gone the better and the worse, 
 And our hearts are full of praise 
 For the last of slavery days. 
 

 Slavery days, slavery days, 
 They are gone with all their ways. 
 Gone the block and gone the lash, 
 Gone the blow and gone the gash; 
 Gone the pillar and the chain. 
 Gone the stigma and the pain, 
 And our hearts are full of praise 
 For the last of slavery days. 
 
 MELON TIME IN GEORGIA 
 
 The stars begin to twinkle. 
 
 The stars begin to shine. 
 What makes those optics kindle, 
 
 What makes those optics shine? 
 And when you see them kindle 
 
 And when you see them shine, 
 It's melon time in Georgia 
 
 And there's melons on the vine. 
 
 The stars begin to twinkle. 
 
 The stars begin to shine. 
 With ecstasy they kindle, 
 
 With ecstasy they shine; 
 And when you see them kindle 
 
 It always is the sign, 
 It's melon time in Georgia 
 
 And there's melons on the vine. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE STEAMBOAT RIDE 
 
 All aboard the Natchez, 
 
 All aboard the Lee, 
 All aboard for Vicksburg, 
 
 Or Memphis, Tennessee: 
 They're tugging on the hawser 
 
 And tugging on the tide 
 And it's all aboard the steamboat 
 
 For a steamboat ride. 
 
 Now she blows the whistle 
 
 And now she blows the steam, 
 Now she's on the river 
 
 And going down the stream: 
 They're going down the river 
 
 And running with the tide 
 And it's all aboard the steamboat 
 
 For a steamboat ride. 
 
 Now they're in the current 
 
 And racing like a team, 
 Smoking are the funnels 
 
 And busy is the beam: 
 They're going down the river 
 
 And going with the tide 
 And it's all aboard the steamboat 
 
 For a steamboat ride. 
 
 The darkies trim the cotton 
 
 And the darkies trim the corn; 
 They're piling on the fuel 
 
 And the whistle is the horn : 
 Going down the river 
 
 Like snowy swans they glide 
 And it's all aboard the steamboat 
 
 For a steamboat ride. 
 
 Merry blow, the whistles, 
 
 Merry ring the bells; 
 ChurniHg are the paddles 
 
 And foamy are the swells: 
 And going down the river 
 
 Running with the tide, 
 What a glorious feeling 
 
 On a steamboat ride. 
 
 THE ORDERS 
 
 Orders please, orders gents — 
 The dinner am ready and fifty cents. 
 Chicken, watermelon, watermelon, chicken 
 How dem orders thicken, thicken. 
 Orders please, orders gents — 
 The dinner am ready and fifty cents. 
 Chicken, watermelon, watermelon, chicken. 
 How dem orders quicken, quicken. — 
 Look at the reason, look at dem moons, 
 All dem orders come from coons. 
  
 



 
 
 MY RUBY RED ROSE 
 
 My rose is a red rose 
 
 A rose you can see, 
 'Tis the rose of the garland 
 
 They call Tennessee. 
 
 Her eyes are like diamonds 
 The diamonds that shine, 
 
 And her lips are like corals 
 And the pearls they entwine. 
 
 The damasks of the morning 
 Ere the sun hath arose. 
 
 Are seen in the bosoms 
 Of my ruby red rose. 
 
 My rose is a red rose 
 
 A rose you can see, 
 'Tis the rose of the garland 
 
 They call Tennessee. 
 

 
 
 DIXIE SO DEAR 
 
 There's a little log cabin in Dixie, 
 
 In Dixie, in Dixie so dear. 
 And often I think of the sunflower 
 
 And often I wish I was near; 
 There's a river that flows just beside it, 
 
 There's a wood that is open and clear, 
 And often I wish I was in it — 
 
 In Dixie, in Dixie so dear. 
 
 The face of my mother before me 
 
 The children at play on the floor. 
 Are things that I often remember 
 
 And things that I often adore ; 
 The lark has a nest in the wildwood. 
 
 The voice of the cushat is near, 
 And often I wish I was in it. 
 
 In Dixie, in Dixie so dear. 
 
 
 MY PRETTY CREOLE BELLE 
 
 My pretty Creole belle — 
 
 How like a rose you smell — 
 
 Thou hast a charm, my heart to balm, 
 
 My pretty Creole belle. 
 
 By the deep lagoon — 
 
 And the light of the moon — 
 
 I am coming soon, I am coming soon, 
 
 My pretty Creole belle. 
 
 My pretty Creole belle — 
 
 How can thy charms I tell — 
 
 Thy soul broAvn eyes, they fervid dyes, 
 
 My pretty creole belle. 
 
 My pretty creole belle — 
 Could love devotion tell — 
 I'd sigh for you, I'd die for you, 
 My pretty creole belle. 
 
  
 



 
 
 FOAH O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING 
 
 Old Dixy was a bondman 
 
 Down in Dixie land, 
 Down in dear old Dixie, 
 
 Dixie, Dixie land ; 
 And early in the morning 
 
 When daylight lit the bush, 
 I seem to see old Dixy 
 
 A crooning with the thrush. 
 
 'Tis foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 And the sun begins to shine. 
 The clover am in blossom 
 
 And the leaf am on the vine; 
 'Tis foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 And the bird am in the tree, 
 And foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 Am just the time for me. 
 
 The snow has long since whitened 
 
 Old Dixy's head and hands, 
 Down in dear old Dixie, 
 
 Dixie's, Dixie's lands; 
 And early in the morning 
 
 When daylight lights the bush, 
 I seem to hear old Dixy 
 
 A crooning with the thrush. 
 
  
 



 
 
 *Tis foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 And the wash am on the line, 
 The sheep have gone to pasture 
 
 And the milkmaid calls the kine; 
 'Tis foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 And yonder flies the bee, 
 And foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 Am just the time for me. 
 
 And I have pictured Dixy 
 
 Somewhere in some land, 
 I hope it will be Dixie, 
 
 Dear old Dixie land; 
 When the dawn is ever radiant 
 
 And its splendor gilds the bush. 
 And old Dixy sits a crooning 
 
 And warbling with the thrush. 
 
 *Tis foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 And the bird is in the tree, 
 But Massa says a bondman 
 
 I must no longer be; 
 The Lord bress dear ole Massa 
 
 For he done set me free. 
 But foah o'clock in the morning 
 
 Am good enough for me. 
 
  
 



 
 
 IF CHICKENS WERE CROWS 
 
 If crows were chickens 
 
 What a feast I'd have, 
 Even if dem crows 
 
 You would have to halve; 
 I'd have dem fedders 
 
 For to make mah bed, 
 And I'd wear dem fedders 
 
 All over mah head. 
 
 And in de mawning 
 
 When ah wanted to snore, 
 You wouldn't hear dem crows 
 
 With their caw! caw! caw! 
 But if chickens were crows 
 
 Ah done hoi' mah breath, 
 For if chickens were crows 
 
 Ah done starve to death. 
 
 "5 
 



 
 
 CHICKENS 
 
 The parson man was praying 
 
 And praying long and loud, 
 And praying to dem n*****s 
 
 In that congregation crowd; 
 The parson man am hungry 
 
 And the church rent must be found, 
 So don't forget these prayers 
 
 When the basket comes around. 
 
 And each and every n***** 
 
 With pity in his eyes, 
 Fingered in his pockets 
 
 And turned them to the skies; 
 You heard the benediction 
 
 And the ticking of the clock, 
 When someone shouted chickens 
 
 And stampeded all the flock. 
 
 THE EAGLE AND THE ROOSTER 
 
 The eagle is a dandy bird 
 
 He sits upon his perch, 
 Just like a flock of pigeons 
 
 In the belfry of a church; 
 But when that eagle starts to scream 
 
 And flap his wings in air. 
 Excuse me fob a minute 
 
 But I'd rather not be there. 
 
 The rooster is a dandy bird, 
 
 He sits upon his perch 
 Just like a handsome lady 
 
 In the bosom of her church; 
 And when that rooster starts to crow 
 
 And flap his wings in air, 
 Excuse me fob a minute 
 
 But I'd rather then be there. 
 
 DOWN IN GEORGIA 
 
 I saw an aged negro, 
 
 His hair as white as snow, 
 And he was pondering deeply 
 
 The days of long ago ; 
 His thoughts were running backward 
 
 His eyes bent to the ground, 
 And he was murmuring Georgia 
 
 And Missus walking around. 
 
 And as I saw him brooding 
 
 Beneath an old oak tree, 
 It needed no great urging 
 
 To bring his past to me; 
 I saw him in the cotton. 
 
 The cotton row on row, 
 I saw him in the cornfield 
 
 And I saw him with the hoe. 
  
 



 
 
 I saw the old plantation 
 
 A home to him no more, 
 A cabin small and homely 
 
 And children round the door; 
 And flowers wreathing roses 
 
 And breathing sweets around, 
 And this was down in Georgia 
 
 And Missus walking around. 
 
 I know he was a bondman, 
 
 His flesh still lacked the pound, 
 For he was murmuring Georgia 
 
 And Missus walking round; 
 He whistled and he shuffled — 
 
 Some joy was breaking ground, 
 Or why did he mention Georgia? 
 
 And Missus walking round. 
 
 
 JUBA 
 
 Juba am the music — 
 
 I always like to hear, 
 'Tis music to my feelings, 
 
 And music to my ear. 
 I may be feeling lonesome 
 
 Without a reason for 
 But when I hear that Juba 
 
 I done cry no moah. 
 
 I haven't any banj( 
 
 I haven't any bow, 
 But I doan' need a fiddle 
 
 To make my Juba go. 
 I may be feeling lonesome 
 
 Without a reason for 
 But when I hear that Juba 
 
 I done cry no moah. 
 
 GWINE TO THE BALL 
 
 Gwine to the ball, Liz, 
 
 Gwine to the ball? 
 You will be a belle, Liz, 
 
 You are fair and tall; 
 You will be a belle, Liz, 
 
 With your eyes of brown, 
 And you will be a belle, Liz, 
 
 In 5'our buckram gown. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Gwine to the ball, Liz, 
 
 In your buckram gown? 
 You will be a belle, Liz, 
 
 With your eyes of brown, 
 You will be a belle, Liz, 
 
 You are fair and tall, 
 Gwine to the ball, Liz, 
 
 Gwine to the ball. 
 
 GWINE TO SEE MY GAL 
 
 Rastus had a rival 
 
 For Miss Matilda's hand. 
 He played the second fiddle 
 
 In the Ethiopian band; 
 And Henry started singing 
 
 As he gave his bow a whirl — 
 Tomorrow am a coming 
 
 And I'm gwine to see my girl. 
 
 And Rastus heard him singing 
 
 And Rastus saw his smile, 
 And that roused Rastus' anger 
 
 And that roused Rastus' bile; 
 And Rastus started singing 
 
 As he soaked him on the head — 
 Tomorrow am a coming 
 
 And you am gwine to be dead. 
 
  
 



 
 
 n*****ING AROUND 
 
 "Good morning, Marse Henry 
 
 How am the little chile?" 
 Said Rastus Johnson softly 
 
 And with a n***** smile; 
 Now Rastus wanted something 
 
 He wanted Henrys hound, 
 And that's the way a n***** 
 
 Comes n*****ing around. 
 
 With money in his pockets 
 
 And clothes upon his back, 
 You can always tell a n***** 
 
 By the way a n***** acts; 
 They guffaw like a donkey 
 
 And when you hear that sound, 
 You always know the n***** 
 
 Has been n*****ing around. 
 
 THE HORNET AND THE BEE 
 
 Hear that hornet buzzing, 
 
 See that hornet fly. 
 He don't make no honey, 
 
 He don't want to try; 
 He am just a torment 
 
 And it am plain to me, 
 The hornet am the dog whip 
 
 And the black man am the bee. 
  
 



 
 
 Dat old hornet's buzzing 
 
 Always in my ear, 
 I hear him when I'm distant 
 
 I hear him when I'm near; 
 All the time he's buzzing 
 
 And it am plain to me, 
 The hornet am the dog whip 
 
 And the black man am the bee. 
 
 He come round a buzzing 
 
 And he sing a tune, 
 But that tune ain't roses 
 
 Nor the silvery moon ; 
 Keep away old hornet 
 
 Don't you dare sting me, 
 For the hornet am the dog whip 
 
 And the black man am the bee. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE TWO MASTERS 
 
 I had two good masters — 
 Said Rastus Johnson Snow, — 
 
 I had two good masters 
 
 As you would want to know. 
 
 They never shouted flog him, 
 
 See he idle stands, 
 But they always cheered me — 
 
 These two good old hands. 
 
 I always did my duty 
 
 When working with the hoe, 
 And round about my labor 
 
 They always with me go. 
 
 I drove the mules all morning 
 And ploughed the cotton lands. 
 
 And happy was the master 
 Of these two old hands. 
 
 Massa Right was gentle, 
 
 Massa Left was kind. 
 And what the other did do 
 
 The other didn't mind. 
 
 The Lord was good to Moses, 
 He obeyed the Lord's command, 
 
 And I bless the Lord Almighty 
 For dem two old hands. 
  
 



 
 
 HAUL THAT WOODPILE DOWN 
 
 Blow dem whistles, steamboat, 
 
 Blow dem long and loud. 
 For I want to see the smoke steam 
 
 And I want to see the cloud ; 
 And when you blow dem whistles 
 
 Blow dem so they sound, 
 For I want to hear dem whistles 
 
 Haul that woodpile down. 
 
 Haul that woodpile down, 
 Haul that woodpile down, 
 
 The darkies they are singing 
 As they go round and round ; 
 
 Singing to dem whistles, 
 Haul that woodpile down. 
 
 Blow dem whistles, steamboat, 
 
 Blow dem loud and long, 
 Blow dem like a siren 
 
 And blow dem like a song, 
 And when you blow dem whistles 
 
 Blow dem so they sound; 
 For I want to hear dem whistles 
 
 Haul that woodpile down. 
  
 

 
 Blow dem whistles, steamboat, 
 
 Blow dem loud and clear, 
 Blow dem for the distant 
 
 And blow dem for the near; 
 And when you bldw dem whistles 
 
 Blow dem so they sound, 
 For I want to hear dem whistles 
 
 Haul that woodpile down. 
 
 Blow dem whistles, steamboat, 
 
 Blow dem like a horn, 
 Blow dem for the cotton 
 
 And blow dem for the com; 
 And when you blow dem whistles 
 
 Blow dem so they sound, 
 For I want to hear dem whistles 
 
 Haul that woodpile down. 
 
 NO MOON TONIGHT 
 
 Rastus likes to sing a song 
 That doesn't take him very long. 
 The buck and wing and pigeon wing 
 You often hear him chirp and sing; 
 And Mandy Lee and Dinah dear 
 Will linger on your listening ear, 
 But his favorite sweet and trite 
 Is that song, No Moon Tonight. 
 
  
 



 
 
 GOOD BYE LIZA JANE 
 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 I hope the sun will shine, 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 I hope the day is fine; 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 You won't see me again, 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 Good bye Liza Jane 
 Good bye Liza Jane 
 
 Good bye Liza Jane 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 Good bye to Liza Jane. 
 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 I want to see the corn, 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 I want to hear the horn ; 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 You won't see me again, 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 Good bye Liza Jane; 
 Good bye Liza Jane 
 
 Good bye Liza Jane, 
 When I go back to Dixie 
 
 Good bye Liza Jane. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DID YOU SEE ME 
 
 I went riding in a great big car — 
 
 Did you, did you, did you see me? 
 I was smoking a very fine cigar — 
 
 Did you, did you, did you see me? 
 
 All of the girls were waving their hans' 
 
 And hidin' their smiles behin' their fans 
 
 And I was pityin' dem po' white mans. 
 
 Did you, did you, did you see me. 
 
 I went walking with Eliza Jane — 
 
 Did you, did you, did you see me? 
 Wore a gold ring and a big gold chain, 
 
 Did you, did j'ou, did you see me? 
 All of dem coons they had to stare — 
 When they saw me with Eliza there 
 And for their frowns what did I care, 
 Did you, did you, did you see me. 
 
 I got acquainted with Doctor Jones — 
 Did you, did you, did you see me? 
 Good morning, Mr. Sam, in his blandest tones, 
 
 Did you, did you, did you see me? 
 All the people looked, when he took my han' 
 And wondered to themselves who am that man 
 But I jes' enjoyed the situation an' — 
 Did you, did you, did you see me. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE CHARIOT MAN 
 
 I saw a chariot waiting — 
 
 A chariot big and bright, 
 The horses all had wings on 
 
 And the harness all was white; 
 I got aboard that chariot 
 
 And happy was my pride, 
 When I was in that chariot 
 
 And Jesus by my side. 
 
 The driver man was Jesus 
 
 The driver man was God, 
 And soon we got to heaven 
 
 Along the heavenly road; 
 I got down from the chariot 
 
 And happy was my pride, 
 To think I had been riding 
 
 With Jesus by my side. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN I GET THERE THAT DAY 
 
 I'm gwine to heaven, on the judgment day — 
 I'm gwine to heaven, in the good old way, 
 And come all the rivers, and come all the floods, 
 Come all the fires, and come all the bloods; 
 They can't stop the shouting in my soul 
 When I get there that day. 
 
 It won't be long and it won't be far 
 
 Before I reach those gates ajar, 
 
 And come all the rivers, and come all the floods. 
 
 Come all the fires, and come all the bloods; 
 
 They can't stop the shouting in my soul — 
 
 When I get there that day. 
 
  
 



 
 
 KEEP THAT CHARIOT ROLLING 
 
 The judgment day am coming, 
 
 I feel it near at hand, 
 When before the Lord Almighty 
 
 We all have got to stand; 
 So Elijah tell the angels 
 
 And tell them too this day. 
 To keep that chariot rolling 
 
 And rolling down this way. 
 
 Then w ill the thunders rattle 
 
 And lightnings light the sky, 
 Then will the sinners tremble 
 
 Before that mighty eye; 
 So Elijah tell the angels 
 
 And tell them too this day. 
 To keep that chariot rolling 
 
 And rolling down this way. 
 
  
 



 
 
 OLD JOHN BROWN 
 
 Old John Brown 
 
 He set me free, 
 Old John Brown 
 
 Done this for me. 
 Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 To the snow white lamb! 
 Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 What a wretch I am. 
 
 Old John Brown 
 
 He started the war, 
 Old John Brown 
 
 What a sword he wore. 
 Glory Hallelujah 
 
 To the blood of the lamb! 
 Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 What a wretch I am. 
 
 Old John Brown 
 
 Came marching along. 
 He saw me weeping 
 
 And he heard my song, 
 He washed my sins 
 
 In the blood of the lamb ! 
 Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 What a saint I am. 
 
  
 

 
 DOWN ON THE OLD PLANTATION 
 
 'Tis the early dawn and the early morn, 
 You hear the mule and you hear the horn, 
 You hear the wind and the rustle of the corn 
 Down on the old plantation. 
 
 The cabin smoke is rising high, 
 The pigs are grunting in the sty, 
 The early birds begin to fly 
 Down on the old plantation. 
 
 The river flows a silvery trail. 
 The flowers scent the dewy gale. 
 There goes the milkmaid with her pail 
 Down on the old plantation. 
 
 The cotton is white and the corn is green 
 And over the hoe the darkies lean, 
 The song is sung and the smile is seen 
 Down on the old plantation. 
 
 The night is bright and the river gleams 
 Beneath the moonlight's silvery beams, 
 And amid such scenes the darky dreams 
 Down on the old plantation. 
 
  
 
 THE MULE 
 
 I sing in simple language — 
 
 The virtues of a beast, 
 On whom the praises languish 
 
 And on whom the idyls cease ; 
 A paragon of patience 
 
 The best j'ou ever saw, 
 He may not be a beauty — 
 
 But he's honest to the core. 
 
 Just hitch him to a mountain — 
 
 And tap him with the whip, 
 And you'll see that mountain rolling 
 
 And you'll see that mountain slip; 
 And all he wants is fodder 
 
 And a bedding in the straw, 
 And he may not be a beauty — 
 
 But he's honest to the core. 
 
 Up the hill, and down the hill 
 
 He'll amble with his load. 
 But you must urge him gently 
 
 And don't use too much the goad; 
 And if he stoops to folly — 
 
 What is his balking for? 
 But a protest to his master 
 
 That he's honest to the core. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Handsome is, as handsome does — 
 
 May do for kings and queens, 
 Or when you're driving tandem 
 
 Where fashion struts and preens; 
 But when you're ploughing stubble 
 
 Or hauling guns in war, 
 There's nothing like his muleship 
 
 So honest to the core. 
 
 As homely as the thistle 
 
 On which he loves to feed, 
 How humble is his portion 
 
 And how glorious is his deed ; 
 And everywhere he travels 
 
 It is the common law, 
 He may not be a beauty 
 
 But he's honest to the core. 
 
 LIVING HIGH 
 
 Ahm living high, ahm living high. 
 
 Ah can almost touch the sky, 
 
 Where was you Rastus, when you was living high? 
 
 Up in a tree with a hound close by ; 
 
 Ahm living high, ahm living high — 
 
 Go way chile, I want to fly. 
 
 Where was you Rastus, when you was living high? 
 
 Up in a tree with a hound close by. 
 
  
 
 REFRAINS 
 
 Those Moses men, those Moses men, 
 Those Moses men of God, 
 
 Oh ! glory to those Moses men. 
 Those Moses men of God. 
 
 Roll that stone, roll that stone, 
 
 Roll that stone away, 
 Roll that stone, roll that stone. 
 
 Oh! roll that stone away. 
 
 The glory man, the glory man. 
 
 Dwelling in the sky. 
 Oh! I want to see that glory man 
 
 Dwelling in the sky. 
 
 DEM GOLDEN BELLS 
 
 Oh dem bells, dem golden bells 
 
 Ringing, ringing, flinging, flinging, 
 
 All my soul is singing, singing 
 When I hear dem golden bells. 
 
 Oh dem bells, dem golden bells 
 
 Sounding, sounding, pounding, pounding 
 Zion ! Zion ! they are crying 
 
 When I hear dem golden bells. 
 
 1J5 
 



 
 
 SINIA 
 
 Take me Lord, and take me quick, 
 My heart is sad, my soul is sick, 
 I want to get off, Sinia, Sinia — 
 I want to get off at Sinia. 
 
 Hurry Lord, for here I come, 
 Sound the trumpet, boom the drum, 
 I want to get off, Sinia, Sinia — 
 I want to get off at Sinia. 
 
 THE HALLELUJAH TRAIN 
 
 The hallelujah train is almost ready, 
 We're bound for Canaan and the Lord, 
 
 And when you hear those bells a ringing — 
 Get aboard, get aboard. 
 
 We're going through a land of honey, 
 Where angel voices praise the Lord, 
 
 And when you hear those angels singing — 
 Get aboard, get aboard. 
 
 There is no stopping by the wayside 
 There's only one wide river to ford, 
 
 And when you hear those voices calling 
 Get aboard, get aboard. 
  
 



 
 
 WHERE IS MY DINAH? 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 Why does she hide? 
 Why is she absent 
 
 From her honey's side? 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 When was she aroun' ? 
 There is my Dinah 
 
 In her bran' new gown. 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 Where can I find, 
 The one that makes me happy 
 
 The one that is so kind ? 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 I just heard a soun', 
 There is my Dinah 
 
 In her bran' new gown. 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 Where can she be? 
 Why does she wander 
 
 All alone from me? 
 
 Where is my Dinah? 
 
 At last, at last, I've foun', 
 There is my Dinah 
 
 In her bran' new gown. 
 
  
 
 POSSUM JUICE 
 
 White folks, white folks 
 
 Wear a long face, 
 They am never happy 
 
 Like the black race; 
 I could tell mah troubles 
 
 But what am the use? 
 Thinking of that possum 
 
 And that possum juice. 
 
 Ah ain't got no money. 
 
 Ah can't pay mah rent, 
 My feet am heavy, 
 
 My back am bent; 
 Ah could tell mah troubles 
 
 But what am the use? 
 Thinking of that possum 
 
 And that possum juice, 
 
 Satan say I'se wicked, 
 
 Satan say I die, 
 Satan doan' know me, 
 
 Satan done lie; 
 I is very happy 
 
 But what am the use? 
 Thinking of that possum 
 
 And that possum juice. 
 
  
 



 
 
 COME ALONG CHILLUN 
 
 A very nice angel 
 
 In very nice clothes, 
 Asked me a question 
 
 And what do you suppose? 
 Come along, chillun 
 
 The ark is on the way, 
 Get aboard, chillun, 
 
 Get aboard today. 
 
 A very nice angel 
 
 In very nice clothes. 
 Asked me a question 
 
 And what do you suppose? 
 The judgment am a coming 
 
 Coming on the way. 
 Come along, chillun, 
 
 Come along today. 
 
 THE PROMIS' LAN' 
 
 A poor old n***** worn and gray. 
 Looking for a place to rest and pray, 
 Moses come and take him by the hand, 
 Moses am that promised land. 
 
 Milk and honey now he eat 
 And rest he found for his poor feet, 
 For Moses take him by the hand 
 And Moses am that promised land. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 What are you doing up there? 
 Come right down, with that heavenly crown, 
 • What are you doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 What are you doing up there? 
 I'm on my way, to that glorious day 
 That's what I'm doing up there. 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 Come right down, with that heavenly crown. 
 
 What are j^ou doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 What ai'e you doing up there? 
 
 I'm filled with the fire, of the heavenly choir, 
 
 That's what I'm doing up there. 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 Come right down, with that heavenly crown. 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 What are you doing up there? 
 
 Im living with God, in the smile of the Lord, 
 
 That's what I'm doing up there. 
 
  
 



 
 
 ELIJAH RING THAT BELL 
 
 I heard the good Lord calling, 
 
 I heard the good Lord say, 
 Elijah stands a waiting 
 
 To show me on my w-ay; 
 I do not fear the journey 
 
 All through the night and day 
 When I know Elijah's waiting 
 
 To show me on my way. 
 
 Elijah! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell, 
 
 Elijah! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell, 
 
 I'm going over the river, but when I cannot tell; 
 
 Oh! oh! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell. 
 
 My soul is ready waiting 
 
 To go and see my Lord, 
 I do not fear his anger, 
 
 I do not fear his sword ; 
 He called me on my journey 
 
 And he told me not to stay, 
 And he said the angel Elijah 
 
 Would show me on my way. 
 
 Elijah! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell, 
 Elijah! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell, 
 I'm going over the river, but when I cannot tell, 
 Oh! oh! Elijah! Elijah! ring that bell. 
  
 



 
 
 PHAROAH 
 
 Pharoah was a monarch, 
 
 Pharoah was a king, 
 He wore a silken girdle 
 
 And he wore a golden ring; 
 He had a lovely daughter 
 
 As lovely as could be, 
 He couldn't catch Moses 
 
 And he can't catch me. 
 
 Pharoah was a monarch, 
 
 Pharoah was a king, 
 He wore a silken girdle 
 
 And he wore a golden ring; 
 He couldn't stop the waters, 
 
 He couldn't cross the sea, 
 He couldn't catch Moses 
 
 And he can't catch me. 
 
 ALL RIGHT MOSES I'LL BE THERE 
 
 Moses done tell me, there am gwine to be 
 A great big treat in store for me, 
 Let the day be foul or fair. 
 All right Moses I'll be there. 
 
 Moses done tell me, I am gwine to see 
 Something the Lord has in store for me. 
 Let the day be foul or fair. 
 All right Moses I'll be there. 
  
 



 
 
 FORTY ACRES AND A MULE 
 
 Forty acres and a mule — 
 
 A little warm a little cool, 
 
 A little cabin and a floor, 
 
 A little flower round the door; 
 
 A little well, a little tree, 
 
 A little sky for all to see, 
 
 A little porker in a pen, 
 
 A little rooster and a hen; 
 
 Some sweet potatoes and a yam, 
 
 A big fat possum and a ham, 
 
 And why should Sambo want to roam 
 
 From that fohty and that home? 
 
 Forty acres and a mule, 
 A little cabin and a school. 
 Pickaninnies on the floor 
 And a Mammy watching o'er; 
 A patch of clover and of wheat, 
 A honey hive of honey sweet, 
 A field of cotton and of corn, 
 A blackbird singing in the morn ; 
 A little cloud, a little rain, 
 A little road, a little lane, 
 And wouldn't Sambo be a fool 
 To leave that fohty and that mule? 
 
  
 
 
 CAROLINE 
 
 Virginny am some pumpkins 
 An' Marylan' divine, 
 
 But dey can't hold a candle — 
 Down in Caroline. 
 
 George Washington, President, 
 He made the people shine, 
 
 But gib me Marse Pinckney — 
 Down in Caroline. 
 
 The breezes seem more softer — 
 The air seems more like wine, 
 
 The friends and counsels dearer 
 Down in Caroline. 
 
 And when my days are over 
 Beneath some spreading pine, 
 
 I want to meet the judgment — 
 Down in Caroline. 
 
 So sang darky David — 
 Trimming bush and vine. 
 
 And singing with the skylark 
 Down in Caroline. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE JUDGMENT MORN 
 
 The judgment day is coming, 
 
 Hark! the trumpet's sound, 
 Wake up sleepers, wake up 
 
 When Gabriel comes around; 
 Take away that banjo 
 
 On that judgment morn, 
 For I'd like to be old Gabriel 
 
 Blowing on that horn. 
 
 Hark! the trumpet's blowing. 
 
 Hark! the trumpets' sound. 
 Get up sleepers, get up 
 
 When Gabriel comes around ; 
 Take away that banjo 
 
 On that judgment morn, 
 For Ed like to be old Gabriel 
 
 Blowing on that horn. 
 
 THE DARKIES' JUBILEE 
 
 It am coming, it am coming, 
 
 It am coming very soon, 
 I can hear it in the thunder, 
 
 I can see it in the moon ; 
 All the darkies will be waiting. 
 
 All the darkies will be free. 
 For the coming of the Saviour 
 
 And the darkies' jubilee. 
 
  
 



 
 
 It am coming, it am coming, 
 
 It am coming on the way, 
 I can hear it in the night time, 
 
 I can hear it in the day; 
 Moses will be past grand master 
 
 And our friends we all will see, 
 When the Saviour gives the greeting 
 
 At the darkies' jubilee. 
 
 ROLL ON, JORDAN, ROLL 
 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll on. 
 
 Roll on, deep and wide, 
 Roll on in your power — 
 
 Roll on in your pride; 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll on, 
 
 There is glory in my soul, 
 Roll on, Jordon, roll on — 
 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll. 
 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll on. 
 
 Roll on, night and day, 
 Roll on in your glory — 
 
 Roll on in your way; 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll on. 
 
 There is glorj- in my soul. 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll on, 
 
 Roll on, Jordan, roll. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DIXIE DARKY LAND 
 
 Down in Dixie darkj;^ land 
 There the folks am fine and grand, 
 Heart to heart and hand to hand 
 Down in Dixie darky land. 
 
 Hear them banjos dum, dum, dum, 
 Hear them fiddles turn, turn, turn, 
 Hear those darkies hum, hum, hum 
 Down in Dixie darky land. 
 
 See the chillun at their play, 
 See the river on its way, 
 See the sunflowers bright and gay 
 Down in Dixie darky land. 
 
 See that cotton, see that corn. 
 See that blackbird on the thorn, 
 Happy the day that I was born 
 Down in Dixie darky land. 
 
 Lovely is the lovely night. 
 There the stars are pure and white, 
 And the moon is always bright 
 DoAvn in Dixie darky land. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN 
 
 My heart is happy, 
 
 My heart is glad, 
 Dinah makes me happy, 
 
 Dinah makes me glad; 
 Her hair is curly. 
 
 Her eyes are brown, 
 And I'm going to meet her 
 
 When the sun goes down. 
 
 Many are the maidens, 
 
 Many are their charms, 
 But of all the maidens 
 
 Dinah only charms; 
 Her teeth are pearlj'^. 
 
 Her cheeks are brown. 
 And I'm going to meet her 
 
 When the sun goes down. 
 
 Moonlight on the water, 
 
 Moonlight on the stream, 
 That is Dinah laughing 
 
 Like a rippling beam; 
 Soon the night is coming. 
 
 Soon the stars will crown, 
 And I'm going to meet her 
 
 When the sun goes down. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DINAH COME WITH ME 
 
 Dinah I am calling, 
 
 Dinah do you hear? 
 For the shades are falling 
 
 And the night is near; 
 Come with me, Dinah, 
 
 Dinah, come with me. 
 By the light of the moon, Dinah, 
 
 Dinah, come with me. 
 
 Dinah I am calling, 
 
 Dinah do you hear? 
 Though the night is falling 
 
 Dinah do not fear ; 
 Come with me, Dinah, 
 
 Dinah, come with me, 
 By the light of the moon, Dinah, 
 
 Dinah, come with me. 
 
 MY LITTLE BLACK EYED CHLOE 
 
 The moon is on the river 
 
 And the moon is on the stream 
 And there is one I'm thinking of 
 
 And of whom I often dream; 
 Her eyes are like the blossoms 
 
 Of the hyacinths when they blow, 
 And I call her, yes I call her 
 
 My little black eyed Chloe. 
  
 



 
 
 The stars begin to twinkle 
 
 And the stars begin to gleam, 
 And still of Chloe I'm thinking 
 
 And still of Chloe I dream; 
 And no flower in the garden 
 
 Does ever sweeter grow, 
 More sweeter than the sweetness 
 
 Of my little black eyed Chloe. 
 
 WHERE THE WOODBINE GROWS 
 
 Down in Alabama 
 
 Among the dusky Chloes, 
 Down in Alabama 
 
 Where the woodbine grows; 
 There lives a pretty maiden 
 
 As sweet as any rose, 
 Down in Alabama 
 
 Where the woodbine grows. 
 
 Her face is like the olive, 
 
 Her eyes are like the snows, 
 Down in Alabama 
 
 Where the woodbine grows; 
 And I'm going to wed her 
 
 And wed her with the rose, 
 Down in Alabama 
 
 Where the woodbine grows. 
 
  
 



 
 
 MANDY'S SOLILOQUY 
 
 The Lord almighty mighty 
 
 Have mercy on my soul, 
 Just hear them n*****s praying, 
 
 Just see them eyeballs roll; 
 And when I see them n*****s 
 
 And hear them n*****s pray, 
 I surely think the Lord am gwine 
 
 To strike them dead some day. 
 
 There's n***** Rastus Johnson, 
 
 He am a funny coon, 
 He loves to go a roving 
 
 When the cloud am on the moon; 
 And they do say Rastus Johnson 
 
 When he begins to pray. 
 Must surely tempt the good great Lord 
 
 To strike him dead some day. 
 
 And as for that Jim Henry 
 
 I see upon his knees, 
 The Lord have mercy on my soul 
 
 To see such coons as these ; 
 For when I see them n*****s 
 
 And hear them n*****s pray, 
 I surely think the Lord am gwine 
 
 To strike them dead some day. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE OLD BANJO 
 
 Take me back to Dixie — 
 
 To Dixie let me go, 
 And let me hear the music 
 
 Of the old banjo. 
 
 I've been away from Dixie 
 But sweet the echoes grow, 
 
 Of Dixie in the evening 
 And the old banjo. 
 
 So take me back to Dixie — 
 The Dixie that I know, 
 
 For I want to hear the music 
 Of the old banjo. 
 
 I long to be in Dixie — 
 
 In Dixie with the hoe, 
 And hear the darkies playing 
 
 The old banjo. 
 
 And although my hair is whitened 
 
 And heavy is my toe, 
 I still can dance a shuffle 
 
 To the old banjo. 
 
 And when I get to heaven 
 How great will be my woe, 
 
 If I cannot hear the playing 
 Of the old banjo. 
 
  
 



 
 
 SONGS OF DIXIE 
 
 There are songs of Dixie 
 
 That everybody knows, 
 I wish I was in Dixie 
 
 And where the Swanee flows; 
 But the song I like in Dixie 
 
 Is not the river's foam, 
 But a cabin in the clearing 
 
 And home sweet home. 
 
 I want not Massa's mansion, 
 
 His oxen or his sheep, 
 But oh I want a cabin 
 
 Where I can rest and sleep ; 
 For the song I love in Dixie 
 
 Is not the river's foam. 
 But a cabin in the clearing 
 
 And home sweet home. 
 
 A PLAINTIVE MELODY 
 
 Massa got chickens, Massa got shoats, 
 Massa got cornfields, Massa got oats; 
 Massa got a n*****, n***** got a hoe, 
 Working, working, everywhere you go. 
 
 Massa got chillun, Massa got clothes, 
 Massa got fire, Massa got those; 
 Massa got a n*****, n***** got a hoe. 
 Working, working, everj^vhere you go. 
 
  
 



 
 
 Massa got oxen, Massa got a plough, 
 Massa got cotton, cotton grow now, 
 Massa got a n*****, n***** got a hoe, 
 Working, working, everywhere you go. 
 
 Massa got a Sunday, Massa got a God, 
 Massa got a heaven, Massa got a rod; 
 Massa got a n*****, n***** got a hoe. 
 Working, working, everywhere you go. 
 
 THE SUNFLOWER 
 
 There's a flower in the garden — 
 
 A flower that I know, 
 It has a golden glory 
 
 And it has a golden glow; 
 Shiny are its features 
 
 And golden is its hair, 
 And it is the happy sunflower 
 
 That I see there. 
 
 There's a flower in the garden — 
 
 A flower big and bright, 
 The glory of the morning 
 
 And the splendor of the night; 
 Radiant are its features 
 
 And its face is fair, 
 And it is the happy sunflower 
 
 That I see there. 
 
  
 
 
 HOE CAKE SONG 
 
 The dinner time was passing 
 
 And waiting was the ham, 
 The possums had been eaten 
 
 And ready was the jam; 
 The coons began to grumble, 
 
 There must be some delay, 
 For what made them darkies grumble, 
 
 And what made them darkies say: 
 Ah doan' want no dumplings. 
 
 No raisin cake or pound, 
 But when you jes' get ready 
 
 Pass that hoe cake round. 
 
 They cared not for the coffee 
 They cared not for the coffee. 
 They only wanted hoe cake 
 
 With every course between; 
 And feasting on the luscious 
 
 Or breaking bread with Kings, 
 Was nothing to the hoe cake 
 
 Of which their longing sings: 
 Ah doan' want no dumpligs. 
 
 No raisin cake or pound, 
 But when you jes' get ready 
 
 Pass that hoe cake round. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE WEDDIN' GOWN 
 
 Mandy Johnson wears a smile — 
 What makes Mandy pleased the while? 
 There are rumors in the town — 
 Mandy has a weddin' gown. 
 
 The stripes are big, and the stripes are red 
 And there is a hood to fit the head : 
 And they say no queen or crown 
 Ever was like Mandy 's gown. 
 
 There were laces there were beads — 
 There were velvets there were seeds: 
 And from the girdle hanging down 
 Was a blue ribbon on the gown. 
 
 Mandy learned to stitch and sew — 
 To make that gown to please her beau: 
 And he declared did Mistah Brown 
 There never was such a weddin' gown. 
 
 Before the parson Mandy stands 
 Holding her honey's horny hands, 
 And their blushes soft and brown 
 Were spread all over that weddin' gown. 
 
 There was a party and a dance — 
 And soft the whispering and the glance. 
 And the song that most went round 
 Was glory, glory, to that gown. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE CATFISH FRY 
 
 The n*****s down in Dixie 
 
 They have a lot of fun, 
 With fishing in the rivers 
 
 And sleeping in the sun; 
 And if you want a n***** 
 
 To roll his n***** eye, 
 Just you tell that n***** 
 
 Of a n***** catfish fry. 
 
 That chicken and that pone cake 
 
 And that melon on the vine, 
 Can never hold a candle 
 
 To a catfish on a line; 
 And when the fire's waiting 
 
 And the fat is spouting high, 
 There's bound to be a n***** 
 
 And a n***** catfish fry. 
 
 The Lord he made the honey 
 
 And the Lord he made the bee, 
 And the Lord he made the catfish 
 
 And he made the catfish free ; 
 And there's nothing down in Dixie 
 
 That will better please your eye, 
 Than to see a n***** fooling 
 
 With a n***** catfish fry. 
 
  
 



 
 
 A hundred or a dozen — 
 
 It is all the same to Mose, 
 There is languor in his manner, 
 
 There is langour in his clothes; 
 But just you watch that n***** 
 
 And just you watch his eye, 
 When you see that n***** fooling 
 
 With that n***** catfish fry. 
 
 WHEN MASSA BLOWS THAT HORN 
 
 Blow that horn old Massa 
 
 Blow it for the dawn, 
 Blow it for the cotton 
 
 And blow it for the corn; 
 Blow it for the cabin — 
 
 See the day is born, 
 And the darkies must be waking 
 
 When Massa blows that horn. 
 
 The hounds begin their baying 
 
 The birds all come around. 
 The mules they are neighing, 
 
 The weather vane turns round; 
 Blow it for the cabin — 
 
 See the day is born. 
 And the darkies must be waking 
 
 When Massa blows that horn. 
 
  
 
 
 THE ROOSTING ROOSTERS 
 
 Rastus has a banjo, 
 
 It only has a string, 
 Hear old Rastus playing, 
 
 Hear old Rastus sing; 
 The night is dark and stormy 
 
 And the wind goes rushing by, 
 As he chants upon the chorus 
 
 Why dem roosters roost so high. 
 
 Roost away old rooster, 
 
 Roost upon that limb, 
 When ah wants to git you 
 
 Ah won't have to swim; 
 But some night 3'ou'll be roosting 
 
 With your wing across your eye 
 And then you'll be a rooster 
 
 With dem roosters in the sky. 
 
 Ah know j^ou fear the tempest, 
 
 Ah know j^ou fear the rain, 
 Ah know dem foxes prowling 
 
 Done give you lots of pain; 
 But some night you'll be roosting 
 
 With your wing across your eye. 
 And then you'll be a roosting 
 
 With dem roosters in the sky. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE GOLDEN CROWN 
 
 I'm on the road, the heavenly road — 
 
 That leads to the heavenly gate, 
 And the crossroads wind, and the crossroads lead 
 
 And I haven't got long to wait; 
 My back is bent and my feet are worn — 
 
 And my head is almost bare, 
 But that golden crown, am a coming down 
 
 When I get ready to wear. 
 
 When I get ready, when I get ready — 
 
 When I get ready to wear, 
 That golden crown, am a coming down 
 
 When I get ready to wear. 
 
 The road is long, and the road is hard — 
 
 And dangers oft beset. 
 But I dry my eyes with a heavenly smile 
 
 Whenever they get wet; 
 And the crossroads wind, and the crossroads lead 
 
 And the briers tear and tear, 
 But that golden crown, am a coming down — 
 
 When I get ready to wear. 
 
 When I get ready, when I get ready — 
 
 When I get ready to wear, 
 That golden crown, am a coming down 
 
 When I get ready to wear. 
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 WHEN THE TIDE TURNS ROUND 
 
 Steamboat start dem paddles, 
 
 Start dem paddles round, 
 I want to go to Memphis 
 
 For I am homeward bound. 
 I done come from Georgia 
 
 But the boat done get aground 
 And I'm gwine back to Memphis 
 
 When the tide turns round. 
 
 Steamboat start dem paddles. 
 
 Start dem paddles round, 
 I can't wait no longer — 
 
 Till I hear that sound. 
 My cabin home is calling, 
 
 I hear the horn and hound 
 And I'm gwine back to Memphis 
 
 Wlien the tide turns round. 
 
 THE HOE DOWN 
 
 Tell all the n*****s to get out their hoes — 
 And come right away in their every day clothes. 
 There's going to be a hoe down, down the rows. 
 Hoe down, hoe down, hoe. 
 
 Hoe down n*****s, don't stand around — 
 Massa am coming with a whip and a hound. 
 Hoe to the bottom, and hoe to the top — 
 For the cotton got to grow, and the n***** mustn't 
 stop. 
 
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 Mandy and Mose are down the row 
 And close behind comes old black Joe — 
 Down to the fence and back they go — 
 Hoe down, hoe down, hoe. 
 
 Hoe down n*****s, hoe down quick — 
 Hoe down the weeds where they done grow thick, 
 The sun am hot and the n***** might drop — 
 But the cotton must grow, and the n***** musn't 
 stop. 
 
 THE ROUSTABOUT 
 
 The steamboat's on the river 
 
 Or the steamboat's in the dock, 
 It is early in the morning 
 
 Or it's nearly four o'clock; 
 And the roustabout is singing 
 
 As the steamboat whistle blows. 
 For he's always with the steamboat 
 
 Where the steamboat goes. 
 
 The steamer tugs the hawser 
 
 Or the steamboat tugs the tide, 
 Just like a mettled racer 
 
 That is eager for a ride; 
 And the roustabout is singing 
 
 As the steamboat whistle blows. 
 For he's always with the steamboat 
 
 Where the steamboat goes. 
 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THE WASH AM OUT 
 
 Glory Hallelujah! 
 
 Hallelujah evermore, 
 I've been down to Jordan — 
 
 To Jordan's cleansing shore ; 
 And one thing you can be sure of 
 
 And make no bones about, 
 You needn't come around, old debbil 
 
 When the wash am out. 
 
 When the wash am out, 
 
 When the wash am out, 
 
 You needn't come around, old debbil 
 
 When the wash am out. 
 
 Once I was so sinful 
 
 And once I was so vile. 
 My conscience never was stricken 
 
 By any joy or smile; 
 But I've been down to Jordan 
 
 And that is why I shout, 
 You needn't come around, old debbil 
 
 When the wash am out. 
 
 When the wash am out. 
 
 When the wash am out, 
 
 You needn't come around, old debbil 
 
 When the wash am out. 
 
  
 



 
 
 DIAMONDS 
 
 Some folks they like diamonds, 
 
 Diamonds big to wear, 
 Diamonds in their bosoms 
 
 And diamonds in their hair; 
 But I could be so happy 
 
 Yum! Yum! 
 If I only had a chicken 
 
 In mv finger and my thumb. 
 
 The diamonds some folks are wearing 
 
 Are scandalous to see, 
 They have diamonds for their breakfast 
 
 And diamonds for their tea; 
 But I could be so happy 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! 
 If I only had a chicken 
 
 In my finger and my thumb. 
 
 There's that old Rastus Johnson, 
 
 He got a diamond ring, 
 As big as any war club 
 
 Of any African king; 
 But I would be so happy 
 
 Yum ! Yum ! 
 If I only had a chicken 
 
 In my finger and my thumb. 
 
  
 



 
 
 THE OLD MEWL 
 
 Pickaninnies cra\\ ling 
 
 Round about the floor, 
 Ducks and chickens hopping 
 
 In and out the door; 
 And happy is the darky 
 
 And he has a jewel, 
 With Hannah in the garden 
 
 And that old mewl. 
 
 Rabbits in the bushes, 
 
 Possums in the tree. 
 Honey in the locust 
 
 Come and get me; 
 And happy is the darky 
 
 And he has a jewel, 
 With Hannah in the garden 
 
 And that old mewl. 
 
 MOONLIGHT 
 
 A moonlight night in Dixie, 
 
 A moonlight night to dream. 
 Moonlight on the savannahs 
 
 And moonlight on the stream ; 
 And when thinking of my childhood 
 
 My heart abundant goes, 
 Back to sunny Dixie 
 
 Where the sweet magnolia grows, 
  
 



 
 
 A moonlight night in Dixie, 
 
 A moonlight night to dream, 
 Moonlight with its glimmer 
 
 And moonlight with its gleam; 
 And when thinking of my childhood 
 
 My heart in fondness goes, 
 Back to sunny Dixie 
 
 Where the Swanee river flows. 
 
 THE SUN DO MOVE 
 
 The world am round 
 
 And the world am flat. 
 And we'll let it go — 
 
 On its way at that ; 
 "But praise the Lawd 
 
 For I can prove," 
 Said old brother Jasper, 
 
 "That the sun do move.' 
 
 Joshua made — 
 
 The sun stand still. 
 While he fought the fight 
 
 On the holy hill ; 
 "But praise the Lawd 
 
 For I can prove," 
 Said old brother Jasper, 
 
 "That the sun do move." 
 
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 THE COLORED CHILDREN'S 
 CATECHISM 
 
 Who made the land? 
 
 And who made the sea? 
 Who made the black man? 
 
 And who made him free? 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the land, 
 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the sea, 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the black man 
 
 And Abraham Lin'cum made him free. 
 
 Who made the day? 
 
 And who made the night? 
 Who made the black? 
 
 And who made the white? 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the day, 
 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the night, 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the black 
 
 And Abraham Lin'cum made the white. 
 
 Who made the hands? 
 
 And who made the mouth? 
 Who made the north? 
 
 And who made the south ? 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the hands, 
 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the mouth, 
 Abraham Lin'cum made the north 
 
 And Abraham Lin'cum made the south. 
  
 



 
 
 WHEN THE STEAMBOAT COMES 
 ALONG 
 
 Captain blow the whistle — 
 
 Captain blow it long, 
 For I want to hear the whistle 
 
 When the steamboat comes along. 
 
 Captain blow the whistle 
 
 Let it sing a song — 
 For I \\ant to hear the whistle 
 
 When the steamboat comes along. 
 
 The tide is running seaward — 
 And the tide is running strong, 
 
 But I want to hear the whistle 
 
 When the steamboat comes along. 
 
 The driftwood and the sand bar 
 They sound the signal gong. 
 
 And you always hear the whistle 
 When the steamboat comes along. 
 
 So Captain blow the whistle — 
 And Captain don't be long, 
 
 For I want to hear the whistle 
 
 When the steamboat comes along.