| Now, I’m getting old and feeble and I cannot work no more
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| My rusty bladed hoe I’ve laid to rest
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| Ol' masters and old mistress, they are sleeping side by side
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| Their spirits now are roaming with the blessed
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| Things have changed about the place now and in darkness they have gone
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| To another year and singing in the cane
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| But the only friend that’s left here is that good old dog of mine
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| And the little old log cabin in the lane
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| Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in
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| Lets in the sunshine and the rain
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| But there’s angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep
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| In my little old log cabin in the lane
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| Now this footpath is growed up that led us 'round the hill
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| The fence is all gone to decay
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| The pond, it done dried up where we walked to the mill
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| Things got turned in course another way
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| Well, I ain’t got long to stay here, what little time I’ve got
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| I’ll try and rest contented while remain
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| Until death shall call this dog and me to find a better home
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| Than our little old log cabin in the lane
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| Timbers falling down and the roof all caved in
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| Lets in the sunshine and the rain
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| But there’s angels watching over me when I lay down to sleep
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| In my little old log cabin in the lane |