Urbana Union

A darkey stood on the roadside bare,
Brooding over his woes;
Sad was his heart and kinkey his hair;
His gizzard feet were exposed to air,
And exceedingly seedy his clo's.

Oh! why de chap wid de blue coat come
To set dis darkey free?
I was happy wid Cuffee and Jumbo Jim;
Wid plenty to eat and plenty of rum,
And Dinah was happy wid me.

Old "Massa" was good, for when I was sick
In my snug old cabin home.
De Doctor was sent to cure my pain;
I was sheltered from sun, and storm and rain
Oh! why did de "buro" come.

Now dis nigger stands in de crowded streets
With his clothes all tattered and torn;
And no one gives me work to do,
Nor wittles to eat: and de man in blue
Doesn't pity dis darkey forlorn.

If Massa would only take me home
On de old plantation once more,
I'd pick de cotton and tend de cane,
And neber tink of freedom again,
As I used to did before.

The darkey ceased: the tears from his eyes
Stood on his black cheek bone—
The sun's hot rays fell on his head,
And a hearty wish that he might "go dead"
Was the last we heard him groan.