I'm gwine away to leave you, love, I'm gwine away so soon I'm gwine away to leave you, love, Sunday afternoon I'm going, going, yes I am I'm going, going, yes I am Talk about your old cow meat, your mutton and your lamb If you want for to see the nickel I got, show me good sweet ham Yum, Yum, Yum, Yum White folks go to Sunday school, never crack a smile Poor niggers go to Sunday school, hear them shout a mile Whew, whew, whew, whew Wish I had a needle boys, fine as I could sew Sew my true love to my side and fly to Baltimore I'm going, going, yes I am Marster had a big black dog, he's blind as he could be Lord, treed a nigger in full style, believe that dog could see Wish I had a new five cent, wish I had a dime Wish I had a pretty little girl, kiss and call her mine Coony am a cunning thing he travels after dark Never think ______ is a ______ He _____ after bark Wish I had a pretty band box, put my true love in Take her out and kiss her twice, put her back again Times is getting harder boys, money's getting scarce Times don't get no better boys, fare thee well good old place I'm going, going, yes I am Yonder comes an old grandma, she wrings her hands and cry Daughter fell in love with ye, fretted away and died I'm going, going, yes I am, I'm going, going, yes I am