Kingdom Coming

Say, darkies, hab you seen de massa, wid de muffstash on his face?
Go long de road some time dis mornin', l
ike he's gwine to leab dis place?
He seen a smoke way up de ribber, whar de Linkum gunboats lay;
He took his hat, and lef' berry sudden, and I spec' he's run away!

Oh massa' run ha-ha, the darkies stay ho-ho!
And it must be known as the coming of the year of 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 won't go halfway round
He drill so much dey call him Cap'n, an' he got so drefful tanned
I spec' he try an' fool dem Yankees for to tink he's contraband!

Oh massa' run ha-ha, the darkies stay ho-ho!
And it must be known as the coming of the year of jubilo!

De darkeys feel 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, an' de darkeys dey'll have some;
I s'pose dey'll all be cornfiscated when de Linkum sojers come

Oh massa' run ha-ha, the darkies stay ho-ho!
And it must be known as the coming of the year of jubilo!

De obserseer he make us trouble, an' he dribe us round a spell;
We lock him in de smokehouse cellar, wid de key trown in de well
De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken, but de massa'll hab his pay;
He's ole enough, big enough,
ought to known better dan to went an' run away!

Oh massa' run ha-ha, the darkies stay ho-ho!
And it must be known as the coming of the year of jubilo!