chil'ren wid me, I'll sing in Paradise, How He, de blessed Jesus, hab bought me wid a price. How de Lord hab not forgotten How well I hoed de cotton, How well I hoed de cotton [Pg 23]On de ole Virginny shore; Dar I'll neber hoe de cotton, Oh! neber hoe de cotton Any more." 

"Come listen, all you darkies, come listen to my song,

It am about ole Massa, who use me bery wrong.

In de cole, frosty mornin', it an't so bery nice,

Wid de water to de middle to hoe among de rice;

When I neber hab forgotten

How I used to hoe de cotton,

How I used to hoe de cotton,

[Pg 22]

On de ole Virginny shore;

But I'll neber hoe de cotton,

Oh! neber hoe de cotton

Any more.

"If I feel de drefful hunger, he tink it am a vice,

And he gib me for my dinner a little broken rice,

A little broken rice and a bery little fat—

And he grumble like de debil if I eat too much of dat;

When I neber hab forgotten, etc.

"He tore me from my Dinah; I tought my heart would burst—

Dinah

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