Published by Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
Say, darkeys, 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 gunboats lay:
He took his hat, an’ let’ berry sudden,
An’ I spec’ he’s run away!
He six foot one way’ two foot tudder,
An, he weigh t’ree 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’an.
An’ he get so drefful tanned,
I spec’ he try an’ fool dem Yankees,
For to tink he’s contraband.
De darkeys feel so berry lonesome,
Libing in de log-House on de lawn,
Dey move dar tings to massa’s parlor,
For to keep it while he’s gone,
Dars 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.
De oberseer he make us trouble,
An’ he dribe us round a spell,
We lock him up in the smoke-House cellar.
Wid de key trown in de well,
De whip is lost, de han-cuff broken,
But de massa’ll hab his pay,
He’s ole enuff, big enuff, ought to know better
Dan to went. an’ run away.
500 Illustrated Ballads lithographed and printed by. CHARLES MAGNUS, No. 12 Frankfort Street, New York