Sarvent, marster! Yes, sah, dat ’s me—
Ole Unc’ Gabe ’s my name;
I thankee, Marster, I ’m ’bout, yo’ see.
“An’ de ole ’ooman?” She ’s much de same,
Po’ly an’ ’plainin’, thank de Lord!
But de Marster ’s gwine ter come back from ’broad.
“Fine ole place?” Yes, sah, ’t is so;
An’ mighty fine people my white folks war—
But you...
My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill!
How doth my heart with anguish thrill!
For he, our chief, our Robin Hood,
Has gone to jail for stealing wood!
With tears and sobs my voice I raise
To celebrate my uncle's praise;
With all my strength, with all my skill,
I'll sing the song of Uncle Bill."
...
Solo.—
Sin’s rooster’s crowed, Ole Mahster’s riz,
De sleepin’-time is pas’;
Wake up dem lazy Baptissis,
Chorus.—
Dey’s mightily in de grass, grass,
Dey’s mightily in de grass.
Ole Mahster’s blowed de mornin’ horn,
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