Oh! Boys Carry Me 'Long (Stephen C. Foster) Oh! carry me 'long; Der's no more trouble for me; I's guine to roam In a happy home Where all de niggas am free. I've worked long in de fields; I've handled many a hoe; I'll turn my eye, Before I die, And see de sugarcane grow. Cho: Oh! boys, carry me long; Carry me till I die Carry me down To de buryin' groun' Massa, don't you cry All ober de land I've wandered many a day, To blow de horn And mind the corn And keep de possum away. No use for me now So darkeys bury me low: My horn is dry, And I must lie Wha de possum nebber can go Farewell to de boys Wid hearts so happy and light, Dey sings a song De whole day long, And dance de jubba at night. Farewell to de fields Ob cotton, 'bacco, and all: I's gwine to hoe In a bressed row Wha de corn grows mellow and tall. Farewell to de hills, De meadows covered wid green, Old brindle Boss And de old grey-hoss All beaten broken and lean. Farewell to de dog Dat always followed me round; Old Sancho'll wail And droop his tail When I am under de ground. Copyright Stephen C. Foster, 1851 RG APR99
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