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Old Uncle Ned

By Stephen Collins Foster, Anthony F. Winnemore and Augustus Clapp

Abstract

There was an old Nigger and his name was Uncle Ned,He is dead long ago long agoHe had no wool on de top ob his head,In de place whar de wool ought to grow Lay down de shubble and de hoeHang up de fiddle and de bow;No more hard work for poor Old Ned,He is gone whar de good niggars go CHORUSLay down de shubble and de hoeHang up de fiddle and de bow;Lay down de shubble and de hoeHang up de fiddle and de bow;No more hard work for poor Old NedHe is gone whar de good niggars go No more hard work for poor Old NedHe is gone whar de good niggars go His fingers were long as de cane in de brake,And he had no eyes for to see,He had no teeth for to eat de corn cakeSo he had to let de corn cake be! Lay down de shubble &c. When old Ned die Massa take it wery bad,And his tears run down like de rain,Old Missus cry and she look\u27d wery sad,Kase she neber see de Old man again. Lay down de shubble &c

Publisher: Digital Commons @ Connecticut College
Year: 1847
OAI identifier: oai:digitalcommons.conncoll.edu:sheetmusic-1845

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