The Slaves ConsolationI'll Neber Hoe de Cotton Any More |
James R. Gilmore, 1862
Come listen, all you darkies, come listen to my song, It am about the Massam who use me bery wrong; In de cole frosty mornin', it ain't so bery nice, Wid de water to de middle to hoe among the rice. Chorus: When I neber hab forgotton, |: How I used to hoe de cotton, :| On de ole Viginny shore; But I'll neber hoe de cotton, Oh! neber hoe de cotton, Oh! neber hoe de cotton any more. | 2. If I feel de drefful hunger, he tink it am a vice, And he gib me for my dinner a little broken rice, A little broken rice and a bery little fat And he grumble like de debil if I eat too much of dat. Chorus:
3.He tore me from my Dinah; I tought me heart would burst |