Massa’s in the Cold Cold Ground

Round the meadows am ringing
The darkies mournful song
All the darkies am weeping
Massa’s in the cold, cold ground.

All the darkies am weeping
Massa’s in the cold cold groud.
It was hard to hear old massa calling
Because he was so weak and old.

Round the meadows a’weeping
The darkies mournful song
Oh the darkies am a’wweeping.
Massa’s in the cold cold ground.

It was hard to hear old massa calling
Because he was so weak and old
Now that summer days are coming
Massa never calls no more.

Round the meadows a’weeping
The darkies mournful song
All the darkies am weeping
Massa’s in the cold, cold ground.