Say, darkeys, hab you seen de massa, <br />Wid de muffstash on his face, <br />Go long de road some time dis mornin', <br />Like he gwine to leag de place? <br />He seen a smoke, way up de ribber, <br />Whar de Linkum gumboats lay; <br />He took his hat, an' lef berry sudden, <br />An' I spec he's run away! <br /> <br />De massa run? ha, ha! <br />De darkey stay? ho, ho! <br />It mus' be now de kingdom comin', <br />An' de year of Jubilo! <br /> <br />He six foot one way, two foot tudder, <br />An' he weigh tree hundred pound, <br />His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor, <br />An' it won't go half way round. <br />He drill so much they call him Cap'an, <br />An' he get so drefful tann'd, <br />I spec he try an' fool dem Yankees <br />For to tink he's contraband. <br /> <br />De darkey's feel so lonesome libing <br />in de loghouse on de lawn, <br />Dey move dar things to massa's parlor <br />For to keep it while he's gone. <br />Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, <br />An' de darkey's dey'll hab some; <br />I spose dey'll all be cornfiscated <br />When de Linkum sojers come. <br /> <br />De oberseer he make us trouble, <br />An' he dribe us round a spell; <br />We lock him up in de smokehouse cellar, <br />Wid de key trown in de well. <br />De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken, <br />But de massa'll hab his pay; <br />He's ole enough, big enough, ought to known better <br />Dan to went an' run away.<br /><br />Henry Clay Work<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kingdom-coming/
