| Here is my old cabin;
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| Here lies my sister and my brother;
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| Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-
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| My child in the grave with her mother
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| I am going to leave this land, with this old darkies' band
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| Travel all the wide world over
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| I get tired, I will settle down to rest
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| Away down in my old cabin home
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| Here is my old cabin;
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| Here lies my sister and my brother;
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| Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-
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| My child in the grave with her mother
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| Old age comes on me, and my hair is turning gray;
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| Hang up my fiddle all alone;
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| I’ll set down by the fire, and I’ll pass the time away
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| Away down in my old cabin home
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| Here is my old cabin;
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| Here lies my sister and my brother;
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| Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-
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| My child in the grave with her mother
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| Here is my old cabin;
|
| Here lies my sister and my brother;
|
| Here lies my wife-she's the joy of my life-
|
| My child in the grave with her mother
|
| I am going to leave this land, with this old darkies' band
|
| Travel all the wide world over
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| I get tired, I will settle down to rest
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| Away down in my old cabin home |