I nebber seen de like sence I ben bawn!
Negro on de ice an a hoe-in up corn
Ten stone! ten stone, ten stone de win' am ob-er!
Jenny git along,
Jenny blow de horn,
As we go marchin' ober!
I never seen the like since I been born,
Jenny with a jib-boom hoeing up corn
The possum jump and the panther roar
Ben dancing this dolly since half past four
If the sun don't shine and the hens won't lay
And if you don't then the boss won't pay
The gals they say yer a bunch of liars
You're bound to hell for to feed them fires
And if you drown well you were young
It's better to drown than to wait to be hung
We dig your ditch with a silver spade
Well there ain't no diggin' in a watery grave