Round de meadows am a-ringing
  De darkeys’ mournful song,
While de mocking-bird am singing,
  Happy as de day am long.
Where de ivy am a-creeping,
  O’er de grassy mound,
Dere old massa am a-sleeping,
  Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.

    Down in de corn-field
      Hear dat mournful sound:
    All de darkeys...