作曲 : Daniel Decatur Emmett/1843
 Away down in de Kentuck brake
 De darkey lib, dey call him jake,
 He pick upon de banmjo string,
 Dis am de song dat he would sing.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 Come my lub an go wid me,
 I'm gwine away to Tennessee;
 A hoss an cart dhall pull you roun,
 Walk up hill an foot it down.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 One kind kiss before we part,
 One more kiss would break my heart;
 Hitch your hoss up to a rail,
 Make him fast both head and tail.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 I fed my hoss in a poplar trough,
 De old hoss catch de hoopin cough,
 I lick him wiod a hick'ry stick
 He paw de groun' an begin to kick.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 I hitch him to a swingin limb
 De ole hoss cut a pigeon-wing;
 Den I rote de tanner a letter
 I thought de hoss was gettin no better.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 De tanner made me dis reply
 I want de hoss hide when he die
 De tanner he was well enuff
 De hoss hide was ole an tuff.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 De ole hoss die, I dig a hole,
 I cover him up both body an soul,
 De tanner come but soon he found
 De hoss was too deep underground.
 Ree-ro my true lub,
 O come along my darlin,
 So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
 I'm gwine ober de mountains.
 Away down in de Kentuck brake
 De darkey lib, dey call him jake,
 He pick upon de banmjo string,
 Dis am de song dat he would sing.