Little Old Long Cabin in the Lane.

Little Old Long Cabin in the Lane.
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I am getting old and feeble now,
I cannot work no more;
I have laid the rusty-bladed hoe to rest;
Old massa and old missus, they
Are sleeping side by side,
And their spirits now are roaming with the blest.
Things are changed all about the place,
The darkies all am gone,
And I cannot hear them singing in the cane;
And the only friend that’s left me
Is that little boy of mine,
In that little old log cabin in the lane.

There was a happy time to me,
Not many years ago,
When the darkies used to gather ’round the door.
They used to sing and dance at night,
And play the old banjo,
But alas! they cannot do it any more.
The hinges are all rusty, now,
The door is tumbling down,
And the roof lets in the sunshine and the rain;
Oh, the only friend that’s left me
Is that little boy of mine,
In the little old log cabin in the lane.

“O daddy! don’t you be so sad
And melancholy, now;
For you there’s many happy days in store.
Although you’re old and feeble,
Your boy is young and strong,
And will love and cherish you forevermore.
I’ll try and do the best I can,
And make you happy now,
I’ll comfort and protect you from all pain;
And the angels they will bless us
In our happy little home,
In our little old log cabin in the lane.”

“O child! I am contented, but
The day must quickly come
When I’ll have to leave this earth forevermore;
The angels they will take me from
My humble little cot,
And waft me to that bright, celestial shore.
But don’t despair; let come what may.
You will be happy yet,
If from sorrow and bad feeling you refrain;
For the angels sure will bless us
In our happy little home,
In the little old log cabin in the lane.”