Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa, Wid de muffstash on his face, Go long de road some time dis mornin’, Like he gwine to leag de place? He seen a smoke, way up de ribber, Whar de *Linkum gumboats lay; He took his hat, an’ lef berry sudden, An’ I spec he’s run away! 
CHORUS: De massa run? ha, ha! De darkey stay? ho, ho! It mus’ be now de kingdom comin’, An’ de year of Jubilo!He six foot one way, two foot tudder, An’ he weigh tree hundred pound, His coat so big, he couldn’t pay de tailor, An’ it won’t go half way round. He drill so much they call him Cap’an, An’ he get so drefful tann’d, I spec he try an’ fool dem Yankees For to tink he’s contraband. 
(CHORUS)De darkey’s feel so lonesome libing in de loghouse on de lawn, Dey move dar things to massa’s parlor For to keep it while he’s gone. Dar’s wine an’ cider in de kitchen, An’ de darkey’s dey’ll hab some; I spose dey’ll all be cornfiscated When de Linkum sojers come. 
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De oberseer he make us trouble, An’ he dribe us round a spell; We lock him up in de smokehouse cellar, Wid de key trown in de well. De whip is lost, de han’cuff broken, But de massa’ll hab his pay; He’s ole enough, big enough, ought to known better Dan to went an’ run away. 
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