Say, darkie, hab you seen de massa wid de muffstash on his face
Comin' down de road some time dis mornin', like he gwine to leab de place?
He seen a smoke way up de ribber, whar de Linkum gunboats lay
He grab his hat, den he lef' berry sudden and I spec' he run away!
De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kindom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!
He six foot one way, two foot tudder, and he weigh tree hundred pound
His coat so big, he couldn't pay the tailor, an' it don't go halfway round
He drill so much dey call him Cap'n, an' he got so drefful tanned
I spec' he'll try to fool dem Yankees for to tink he's contraband
De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kindom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!
De darkeys get so lonesome libbing in de loghouse on de lawn
Dey move dar tings into massa's parlor for to keep it while he's gone
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, for de darkeys dey'll have some
And I spec' it'll all be cornfiscated when de Linkum sojers come
De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kindom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!
De obserseer he cause us trouble, an' he run us round a spell
We will lock him in de smokehouse cellar, wid de key trown down de well
De whip is lost, de han'cuffs are broken, but de massa'll hab his pay
He's old enough, big enough, shoulda known better dan to go an' run away
De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kindom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!
De massa run, ha, ha! De darkey stay, ho, ho!
It mus' be now de kindom coming, an' de year ob Jubilo!