Dere was an old nigga, dey called him Uncle Ned,
He’s dead long ago long ago
He had no wool on de top ob de head
De place wha de wool ought to grow.
Chorus:
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe_o_o
and hang up de fiddle and de bow.
No more hard work for poor old Ned
He’s gone wha de good niggas go
No more hard wor for poor old Ned
He’s gone wha de good niggas go. |
