Old Log Cabin
A. W. AUNER, SONG PUBLISHER & PRINTER,Tenth and Race St., Philadelphia, Pa.
Old Log Cabin By The Stream. Or Uncle Joe.
Oh! they call me Uncle Joe,
I was bred and born you know,
In a pleasant spot not so far away from here;
When I think of days gone by,
It almost makes me cry,
For my birth-place that I’ve always loved so dear
I used to play the banjo, just beside the cabin door,
And watch the children dancing on the green;
But them days are past and gone,
And they never will return,
Since I’ve left my old log cabin by the stream.
Oh! I know I soon shall die,
And it almost makes me cry,
When I’ve got to leave the sport where I was born;
I have traveled far alone,
Just to see my dear old home.
But I thought that all the colored folks had gone,
But now I think I’m wrong,
Yet I’ll sing my little song;
For everything to me seems like a dream.
When the darkies hear my voice,
It will make their hearts rejoice,
For I’ve came to see my cabin by the stream.
A. W. AUNER’S CARD AND JOB PRINTING ROOMS, Tenth and Race Sts., Philadelphia, Pa.