Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912 Massa's in de Cold, Cold Ground
Stephen C. Foster

Stephen C. Foster

Round de meadows am aringing
De darkies' mournful song,
While de mocking bird am singing,
Happy as de day am long.
Where de ivy am acreeping
O'er the grassy mound,
Dare old massa am a asleeping,
Sleepin in de cold, cold ground.

Chorus:
Down in de cornfield,
Hear dat mournful sound:
All de darkies am aweeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.
Down in de cornfield,
Hear dat mournful sound:
All de darkies am aweeping,
Massa's in de cold, cold ground.

When de autumn leaves were falling,
When de days were cold,
'Twas hard to hear old massa calling,
Cayse he was so weak and old.
Now de orange trees am blooming
On de sandy shore,
Now de summer days am coming,
Massa nebber calls no more.

chorus

Massa make de darkies love him
Cayse he was so kind;
Now, dey sadly weep above him,
Mourning cayse he leave dem behind.
I cannot work before tomorrow,
Cayse de teardrops flow,
I try ot drive away my sorrow,
Pickin' on de old banjo.

chorus