The Old Contraband

A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER, N.E. COR.11th & MARKET STS PHILADA.

The Old Contraband.

I’s a contraband from de old plantation,
I think I hab worked out my own salvation,
I’s citizen now ob dis glorious nation.
Freedom! freedom! de old slave is free.

Long I hab hoed in the field ob cotton,
So many de years I’se almost forgotton,
I leave dem behind me, dey all may be rotten.
Freedom! freedom! de old slave is free.

When dis rebellion was fust beginnin;
I golly It set all darkies a grinnin;
Cause we knowed afore long we all would be singin;
Freedom! freedom! de old slave’s free.

We spend our time now singin an’ playin,
Old massa spends his in swearin and prayin,
He’d drink whiskey too, but he can’t without payin;
Freedom! freedom! de old slave’s free.

Den farewell de cabin whar I was born in,
Farewell de fields wid de cotton an’ corn in,
’Spec’ we’ll be off for de broke ob de mornin.
Freedom! freedom! de old slave’s free.

AUNER’S PRINTING OFFICE, N. E. COR. 11th & MARKET STS. Philada. Pa.

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