Log Cabin.
Yes I am getting old and feeble
And I cannot work no more
And my work upon this earth is nearly done
Old mosses and old missus they are
sleeping side by side,
And my friends have crolsed the ribber
one by one.
Chorus
Weep darkys weep, weep darkys
weep. For those good old times will nebber
come again
And we weep for the happy voices that we
fondly used to hear,
In de little old log cabin in de lane
2nd Yet I’de totter to my cabin
And I’de try to sing a song
And my good old wife she’d wander by my side
Our little home was humble,
But happiness was there
Twa’s the sweetest spot in all this world
so wide
3rd Yes I aint got long to stay hear,
But what little time I got,
I’ll try and be contented to remain
For tho angels they will lead me
When my time has come to go
From my little old log cabin in the lane