《Massa's In De Cold Ground 》
Round de meadowsam a-ringing,
De people's mournful song.
While do micking 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.
Down in de cornfield,
Hear dat  mournfu sound:
All de people  am a-weeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
When de autumn leaves were falling
When de days were cold,
Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
Cause 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.
Down in de cornfield
Hear dat mournful sound:
All de people am a weeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
Massa made de people love him,
Cause he was so kind,
Now dey sadly weep above him,
Mourning cayse he leave dem behind.
I cannot work before tomorrow,
Cayse de tear drop flow,
I try to drive away my sorrow,
Pickin' on de old banjo.
Down in de cornfield
Hear dat  mournfu sound:
All de people  am a-weeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.