 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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UNCLE NED.
[1]
Dere was an old Nigga, dey call'd him Uncle NedHe's dead long ago, long ago!
He had no wool on de top ob his head
De place whar de wool ought to grow.
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
CHORUS.
Hang up the fiddle and de bow:No more hard work for poor Old Ned—
He's gone whar de good Niggas go.
[2]
His fingers where long like de cane in de brake,He had no eyes for to see;—
He had no teeth for to eat de corn cake
So he had to let de corn cake be.
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
[3]
When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty bad,De tears run down like de rain;
Old Missus turn pale, and she gets berry sad
Cayse she see nebber see Old Ned again.
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
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