Uncle Ned.I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned,Oh, he died long ago—long ago;He had no hair on the top of his head,The place where the wool ought to grow.CHORUSLay down the shovel and the hoe,Hang up the fiddle and the bow;For no more work for poor old Ned,He’s gone where the good darkies go.His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake,And he had no eyes for to see;He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,So he had to let the hoe cake be.Lay down, &c.One cold frosty morning old Ned died,Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain;For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground,He’d nebber see his like again.Lay down, &c.
Uncle Ned.I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned,Oh, he died long ago—long ago;He had no hair on the top of his head,The place where the wool ought to grow.CHORUSLay down the shovel and the hoe,Hang up the fiddle and the bow;For no more work for poor old Ned,He’s gone where the good darkies go.His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake,And he had no eyes for to see;He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,So he had to let the hoe cake be.Lay down, &c.One cold frosty morning old Ned died,Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain;For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground,He’d nebber see his like again.Lay down, &c.
Uncle Ned.I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned,Oh, he died long ago—long ago;He had no hair on the top of his head,The place where the wool ought to grow.CHORUSLay down the shovel and the hoe,Hang up the fiddle and the bow;For no more work for poor old Ned,He’s gone where the good darkies go.His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake,And he had no eyes for to see;He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,So he had to let the hoe cake be.Lay down, &c.One cold frosty morning old Ned died,Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain;For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground,He’d nebber see his like again.Lay down, &c.
I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned,Oh, he died long ago—long ago;He had no hair on the top of his head,The place where the wool ought to grow.
I once knew a darkey, and his name was Uncle Ned,
Oh, he died long ago—long ago;
He had no hair on the top of his head,
The place where the wool ought to grow.
CHORUS
Lay down the shovel and the hoe,Hang up the fiddle and the bow;For no more work for poor old Ned,He’s gone where the good darkies go.
Lay down the shovel and the hoe,
Hang up the fiddle and the bow;
For no more work for poor old Ned,
He’s gone where the good darkies go.
His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake,And he had no eyes for to see;He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,So he had to let the hoe cake be.
His fingers were long, like the cane in the brake,
And he had no eyes for to see;
He had no teeth for to eat de hoe cake,
So he had to let the hoe cake be.
Lay down, &c.
Lay down, &c.
One cold frosty morning old Ned died,Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain;For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground,He’d nebber see his like again.
One cold frosty morning old Ned died,
Oh, the tears down massa’s face run like rain;
For he knew when Ned was laid in the ground,
He’d nebber see his like again.
Lay down, &c.
Lay down, &c.