THOMAS G. DOYLE, BOOKSELLER AND STATIONER,
Kingdom Coming.
Say darkies hab you seen de massa,
Wid de muffstash on his face,
Go long de road some time dis morning,
Like he gwine to leabe de place?
He seen a smoke way up de ribber,
Whar de Linkum gun-boats lay,
He took his hat, an' lef bery sudden,
An' I spec he's run away.
Chorus. - De masa run! ha! ha!
De darkey stay! ho! ho!
It must be now de kingdom comin',
An' de year ob Jubilo!
He six foot one way, two foot tudder,
An' he weigh tree hundred pound;
His coat so big he couldn't pay de tailor,
An' it won't go half way round.
Dey drill so much dey call him Cap'n,
An' he get so drefful tanned,
I spec he try and fool dem Yankees
For to tink he's counterband.
Chorus.
De darkies feel so lonesome libin'
In de log house on de lawn,
Dey move dar tings to massa's parlor,
For to keep it while he's gone.
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen,
An' de darkies dey'll hab some;
I spose dey'll all be cornfiscated
When de Linkum sojers come.
Chorus.
De oberseer he make us trouble,
An' he dribe us round a spell;
We lock him up in de smoke-house cellar,
Wid de key frown in de well.
De whip is lost, de han'cuff broken,
But de massa 'll hab his pay;
He's ole enuff, big enuff, ought to known better
Dan to went and run away.
Chorus.
No. 295 North Gay Street, Baltimore.
