Massa's in de Cold Ground

《Massa's In De Cold Ground 》

Round de meadows am a-ringing,

De people's mournful song.

While do mocking bird am singing,

Happy as de day am long.

Where de ivy am a-creeping,

O'er de grassy mound.

Dere old massa am a-sleeping,

Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.

Down in de cornfield,

Hear dat mournful 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,

Cause de tear drops flow,

I try to drive away my sorrow,

Pickin' on de old banjo.

Down in de cornfield

Hear dat mournful sound:

All de people am a-weeping,

Massa's in de cold, cold ground.