Round de meadows am a ringing De darkies' mournful song, While de mocking birds am singing Happy as de day is long; While de ivy am a creeping O'er de mossy mound, Dere de ole man am a sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. @3Chorus@1 Down in de corn fields Hear dat mournful sound, All de darkies am a weeping, Massa's in de cold, cold ground. Massa make de darkies love him, 'Cause he was so kind, Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning 'cause he leave dem behind; I cannot work before to-morrow, 'Cause de tear drops flow, I try to drive away my sorrow. Playing on de ole banjo. Down in de corn fields, etc. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 28 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DORA WILLIAMS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LA PALOMA IN LONDON by CLAUDE MCKAY NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |