I took old Dixie and Dinah, and hitched them to a train To get a barrel of molasses, to sweeten Liza Jane. 
Oh miss Liza poor gal, oh miss Liza Jane Oh miss Liza poor gal, riding on that train. 
I asked that gal to have me, she told me wasn’t I ashamed I took my head to the crack of a fence, and tricked old Liza Jane. 
Again I asked her to have me, she told me wasn’t I ashamed I turned my back upon her, so get along Liza Jane. 
Wagon hay’s loaded, coming down the lane Dark clouds a rising, sure sign of rain. 
Oh miss Liza poor gal, oh miss Liza Jane Oh miss Liza poor gal, riding on that train. 
I went up on the mountain, to cut my sugar cane Every stalk of cane I cut, looked like Liza Jane. 
If you see that gal of mine, tell her if you please When she goes to make her bread, roll up her dirty sleeve. 
I went up on the mountain, to give my horn a blow I thought I heard my Liza say, yonder comes my beau. 
I’ve travelled on the steamboat, I’ve travelled on the train When I get married, I’ll marry Liza Jane. 
Oh miss Liza poor gal, oh miss Liza Jane Oh miss Liza poor gal, riding on that train 
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