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Poem December 23, 1852

Indiana State Sentinel

Indianapolis, Marion County, Indiana

What is this article about?

A dying enslaved person's farewell song to plantation life, work, and companions, expressing longing for freedom in death. Features verses and repeating chorus in African American dialect.

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Oh! Boys, Carry Me Long

Oh! carry me long,
Det's no more trubble for me,
I'se swane to roam in a happy home,
Whar all de pissas am free.

I've worked long in de field,
I've handled many a hoe;
I'll turn my eye before I die,
And see de sugar-cane grow.

Chorus—Oh! boys, carry me long:
Carry me till I die;
Carry me down to de buryin' ground
Mamma, don't you cry.

All ober de land,
I've wandered many a day,
To blow de horn and mind de corn,
And keep de pomum sway,
No use for me now,
So darkies bury me low;
My heart is dry, and I must lie,
Where de possum neber go.

Oh! boys, carry me long,
Farewell to de boys,
Wid hearts so happy and light,
Dey sing a song all day long,
And dance de juba at night,
Farewell to de field,
Oh cotton, 'bacco, and all,
I'se swane to hoe in a bressed row,
Whar de corn grows mellow and tall,

Oh! boys, carry me long,
Farewell to de hills,
De meadows covered wid grass,
Old brindle Boss and de old grey horse,
All beaten, broken, and lame.
Farewell to de dog,
Dat always followed me round;
Old Sancho he wail, and droop his tail
Whan I am under de ground.

Oh! boys, carry me long.

What sub-type of article is it?

Song Ballad Elegy

What themes does it cover?

Death Mourning Slavery Abolition

What keywords are associated?

Slave Song Death Farewell Plantation Life Carry Me Long Burying Ground Darkies Juba Dance

Poem Details

Title

Oh! Boys, Carry Me Long

Subject

Dying Slave's Farewell To Plantation Life

Form / Style

Verses With Repeating Chorus In Dialect

Key Lines

Oh! Carry Me Long, Det's No More Trubble For Me, I'se Swane To Roam In A Happy Home, Whar All De Pissas Am Free. Chorus—Oh! Boys, Carry Me Long: Carry Me Till I Die; Carry Me Down To De Buryin' Ground Mamma, Don't You Cry. Farewell To De Field, Oh Cotton, 'Bacco, And All, I'se Swane To Hoe In A Bressed Row, Whar De Corn Grows Mellow And Tall

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