 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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MASSA'S IN DE COLD GROUND.
[1]
Round de meadows am a ringingDe darkeys' mournful song,
While de mocking bird am singing,
Happy as de day am long.
Where de ivy am a creeping
O'er de grassy mound,
Dare old massa am a sleeping,
Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
CHORUS.
Down in de cornfieldHear dat mournful sound:
All de darkeys am a weeping
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
[2]
When de autumn leaves were falling,When de days were cold,
'Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
Cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange tree am blooming
On de sandy shore,
Now de summer days am coming,
Massa nebber calls no more.
CHORUS.
[3]
Massa made de darkeys love him,Cayse he was so kind,
Now dey sadly weep above him,
Mourning cayse he leave dem behind.
I cannot work before tomorrow,
Cayse de tear drops flow,
I try to drive away my sorrow
Pick in on de old banjo.
CHORUS.
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