It's moughty tiahsome layin' 'roun' 
Dis sorrer-laden earny groun', 
An' oftentimes I thinks, thinks I, 
'T would be a sweet t'ing des to die, 
An' go 'long home. 

Home whaih de frien's I loved 'll say, 
"We've waited fu' you many a day,
Come hyeah an' res' yo'se'f, an' know 
You 's done wid sorrer an' wid woe, 
ow you 's at home." 

W'en I gits home some blessid day, 
I 'lows to th'ow my caihs erway, 
An' up an' down de shinin' street, 
Go singin' sof an' low an' sweet, 
W'en I gits home. 

I wish de day was neah at han', 
I 's tiahed of dis grievin' lan', 
I's tiahed of de lonely yeahs, 
I want to des dry up my teahs, 
An' go 'long home. 

Oh, Mastah, won't you sen' de call? 
My frien's is daih, my hope, my all. 
I 's waitin' whaih de road is rough, 
I want to hyeah you say, "Enough,
0l' man, come home ! "