[Verse One] 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, Dare old massa am a-sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground.
Chorus: Down in de cornfield Hear dat mournful sound: All de darkeys am a weeping Massa’s in de cold, cold ground.