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Say, darkies, hab you seen de massa,
Wid de muffstash on his face,
Go long de road some time dis mornin',
Like he gwine to leab de place?
He seen a smoke way up de ribber,
Whar de Linkum gumboats lay;
He took his hat, an lef' berry sudden,
An' I spec' he's run away!

(Chorus)
De massa run, ha, ha!
De darky stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kingdom comin',
An' de year ob Jubilo!

He six foot one way, two foot tudder,
An' he weigh tree hundred pound,
His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor,
An' it won't go half way 'round.
He drill so much dey call him Cap'n,
An' he got so drefful tanned,
I spec' he try an' fool dem Yankees
For to tink he's contraband.
(Chorus)

De darkeys feel so lonesome libbing
In de loghouse on de lawn,
Dey move dar tings to massa's parlor
For to keep it while he's gone.
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen,
An' de darkeys dey'll hab some;
I spose dey'll all be cornfiscated
When de Linkum sojers come.
(Chorus)

De oberseer he make us trouble,
An' he dribe us 'round a spell;
We lock him up in de smokehouse cellar,
Wid de key trown in de well.
De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken,
But de mass'll hab his pay;
He's old enough, big enough, ought to known better
Dan to went an' run away.