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. 

Chorus: 
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 de corn 
And keep de possum away. 
No use for me now 
So darkeys burn me low: 
My horn is dry, 
And I must lie 
Whar de possum nebber can go. 

Farewell to de boys 
Wid hearts so happy and light, 
De sing a song 
De whole day long, 
And dance de juba at night. 
Farewell to de fields 
Ob cotton, 'bacco, and all: 
I's guine 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.