Poor Old Jesse's Blind - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Poor Old Jesse's Blind. 
Yonder'stands de cabin home whar I was born, Whar I hoed de cotton an' de yellow corn, Dar my good ole massa was so kind to me, But he's gone to heaven whar I longs to be. 
Refrain. Hear de darkies singing down among de cane, How dey make me feel dat I am young again-But I'se ole and feeble-blind-I cannot see-Massa is in lieaven, no one cares for me; Pity poor ole Jesse, then, he was always kind-Massa used to love him, and now poor ole Jesse's blind. 
Chorus. Pity poor ole Jesse, then, he was always kind-Massa used to love him, and now poor ole Jesse's blind. 
Dar my wife am sleepin' 'neath de willow tree, Angels took her spirit to dat land so free; How I long to meet her in dat home above, Whar dar is no sorrow-all am peace and love.-Refrain. 
All my days am numbered, soon 1*11 have to go-Soou I'll leave de sorrow of dis earth below; Dey will lay me gently whar de willows wave. But dar's none who'll shed a tear on ole Jesse's grave.-Refrain.