SAY, 1 darkeys, hab you seen de massa,
  Wid de muffstash on he face,
Go long de road some time dis mornin’,
  Like he gwine leabe de place?
He see de smoke way up de ribber
  Whar de Lincum gunboats lay;
He took he hat an’ leff berry sudden,
  And I spose he ’s runned away.
      De massa run, ha, ha!
      De darkey stay...