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      Little Old log Cabin in the Lane



Im getting old and feeble now, I cannot work no more,

Ive laid de rusty bladed hoe to rest,

Ole massa an’ ole miss’s am dead, dey’re sleepin’ side by side,

Deir spirits now are roaming wid de blest;

De scene am changed about de place, de darkies am all gone,

Ill nebber hear dem singing in de cane,

And Ise de only one dat’s left wid dis ole dog oh mine,

In de little old log cabin in de lane,

             Chorus

De chimney’s falling down, and the roof is caving in,

I ain’t got long round here to remain,

But de angels watches over me when I lays down to sleep

In de little old log cabin in de lane,



Dar was a happy time to me, ‘twas many years ago,

When de darkies used to gather round de door,

When they used to dance an’ sing at night, I played de ole banjo

But, alas! I cannot play it any more,

De hinges dey got rusted an’ de door is has tumbled down,

And de roof lets in de sunshine an’ de rain,

An’ de only friend Ive got now is dis good ole dog of mine,

In de little old log cabin in de lane,

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De foot path now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill

And de fences all are going to decay,

An’ the creek is all dried up where we used to go to mill

De time has turned its course anodder way,

But I ain’t got long to stay here, an’ what little time I’ve got,