by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)
Massa's in de cold ground
Language: English
Round de meadows am a ringing De darkeys' mournful song, While de mockingbird am singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a creeping O'er de grassy mound, Dare old massa am a sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. CHORUS Down in de corn-field Hear dat mournful sound: All de darkeys am a weeping -- Massa's in de cold, cold ground. When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days were cold, 'Twas hard to hear old massa calling, Cayse he was weak and old. Now de orange tree am blooming On de sandy shore, Now de summer days am coming, Massa nebber calls no more. (CHORUS) Massa made de darkeys love him, Cayse he was so kind, Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind. I cannot work before tomorrow, Cayse de teardrops flow, I try to drive away my sorrow Pickin on de old banjo. (CHORUS)
Authorship:
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Massa's in de cold ground", 1852. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: T. P. (Peter) Perrin
This text was added to the website: 2011-11-10
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Word count: 155