We’s had good times on dis ol’ place, Good bye, honey; good bye! We’s frollic’d in de possum chase, Good bye, honey; good bye! We’s picked de cotton, hoed de co’n, We’s picked de berries spite o’ thorns, We’s wocked at night, we’s wocked at morn, Good bye, honey; good bye! Hain’t dat Miss Linndy, obeah dah? Good bye, honey; good bye! Sho’ it am; well, I declah! Good bye, honey; good bye! Cum an’ shake de ol’ man’s han’, Gwine to leeb ol’ massa’s lan’ ’Deed, Miss Linndy, yo’ look gran’, Good bye, honey; good bye! Rastus? little Rastus, chile, Good bye, honey; good bye! Look ee dah, jes’ see him smile, Good bye, honey; good bye! Jes’ ez natshul ez his paw, De bes’ chile dat I ebbah saw, Got de mannahs ub his maw, Good bye, honey; good bye! Whah is Massa, is he ’roun’? Good bye, honey; good bye! ’Pears’ I koch his footstep soun’, Good bye, honey; good bye! I ’fess it’s hard to leeb him now, To say good bye, I doan’ kno’ how, I’ll shake his han’, jes’ make er bow, Good bye, honey; good bye! Mockin’ bird up in de tree? Good bye, honey; good bye! Yo’s sung er manny day to me. Good bye, honey; good bye! Er manny day dis hea’t o’ mine Yo’s cheered it wid yo’ song divine, An’ made de sunlight brighter shine, Good bye, honey; good bye! WHAT WE GWINE TO DO? Well, de way de thing am lookin’ To ol’ Hezzeekyah Yoon, Dis kentry’s gittin’ wussah Fo’ de po’ and he’pless coon. Dey lynch him on de lef’, An’ dey lynch him on de right, Dey cum an’ git er niggah In de day an’ in de night. Whut we gwine to do? Hain’t dey no whah in de lan’? Hain’t dey fo’ de niggah Not er kin’ an’ he’pin’ han’? Oh de niggah’s got er moighty Tuff an’ thorny road to tread— Dey’s bullets, clubs an’ razzahs Allus flyin’ at his head. It’s er mer’kul all de niggahs Haben’ suffer’d dat same fate. De string up to de lamp-pos’ An’ de string up to de gate. When de signul’s gibbun Fo’ to rally ’roun’ de flag, Nebbah fo’ er minute Am er niggah seed to lagg. De niggah hain’t rebelyus Though he doan’ git all things jus’; He’s loyal to his kentry, Nebbah habs betrayed his trus’. He allus takes de bitters ’Zactly lak he does de sweet, He goes right on light hea’ted, Wid er tew step to his feet. Whut we gwine to do? Hain’t dey no whah in de lan’? Hain’t dey fo’ de niggah Not er kin’ an’ he’pin’ han’? KAZE I KNO’ I KAIN’T STOP. Summah breezes blowin’, An’ de sun am roas’in’ hot! Jes’ right am de meadows Fo’ to take ’em fo’ er cot! Grasses sof’ an’ downy, Am jes’ like er feddah bed! Hain’t er spot dat am mo’ ’vitin’ Fo’ er niggah lay his head!