The Little Old Log Cabin In the Lane.

The Little Old Log Cabin In the Lane.
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I’m getting old and feeble now, I cannot work no more.
I’se laid the rusty bladed hos to rest.
Ole massa an ole miss’s am dead,
dey’re sleepin’ side by side.
Deir spirits now are roaming wid the blest.
De scene am changed about de place, de darkles am all gone.
I’ll never hear dem singing in de cane:
And I’se de only one dat’s left wid dis ole dog ob mine.
In de little old log cabin in de lane.

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De chimney’s falling down and de roof is cavin’ 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.

Dere was a happy time to me, ’twas many years адо.
When de darkles used to gather round de door.
When dey used to dance and sing at night, I played de old banjo.
But, alas. I cannot play it any more.
De hinges dey got rusted an’ de door has tumbled down.
An’ de roof lets in de sunshine and de rain.
And I’se de only one dat’s left wid dis ole dog ob ob mine
In de little old log cabin in de lane.

De foot path now is covered o’er dat led us round de hill.
And de fences are all going to decay.
An’ de 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 got
I’ll try an’ be contended to remain.
Till death shall call my dog an’ me to find a better home
Dan that little ole log cabin in the lane.