Git my mou’nin’ dress, Susanah,
Out de bottom draw’;—
It bin waitin’ long time wid
Dis black hat ob straw,
Fo’ de preacher ter come by
En preach Jeff up ter de sky.
Jeff done pass away befo’ us
Des six months ter-day;
But it don’t seem long ez dat
(How time pass away!)
Since dey laid dat po’ boy down
In de churchyard’s holy groun’.
Yestiday when I ast Missus
Let me go ter-day
Ter Jeff’s fun’ral, she so s’prised
Till she up en say:
“Sakes! dey bury him, you know,
Las’ yeah, long en long ago!”
En I tell her dat de people
Libin fur frum home,
Couldn’t heah dat he wus gone,
En dey want ter come;
So we wait till news wus spread
Ebrywhar dat he wus dead.
En we ’vite so many people
Frum de country roun’,
Dat dar’ll be a sight ob niggers
At dat church, I’m boun’;
So we better be gwine on,
Kaze we set wid dem dat mou’n.