Learning to Read.
Very soon the Yankee teachersCame down and set up school;But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—It was agin’ their rule.Our masters always tried to hideBook learning from our eyes;Knowledge didn’t agree with slavery—’Twould make us all too wise.But some of us would try to stealA little from the book,And put the words together,And learn by hook or crook.I remember Uncle Caldwell,Who took pot-liquor fatAnd greased the pages of his book,And hid it in his hat.And had his master ever seenThe leaves upon his head,He’d have thought them greasy papers,But nothing to be read.And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,Who heard the children spell,And picked the words right up by heart,And learned to read ’em well.Well, the Northern folks kept sendingThe Yankee teachers down;And they stood right up and helped us,Though Rebs did sneer and frown.And, I longed to read my Bible,For precious words it said;But when I begun to learn it,Folks just shook their heads,And said there is no use trying,Oh! Chloe, you’re too late;But as I was rising sixty,I had no time to wait.So I got a pair of glasses,And straight to work I went,And never stopped till I could readThe hymns and Testament.Then I got a little cabinA place to call my own—And I felt as independentAs the queen upon her throne.
Very soon the Yankee teachersCame down and set up school;But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—It was agin’ their rule.Our masters always tried to hideBook learning from our eyes;Knowledge didn’t agree with slavery—’Twould make us all too wise.But some of us would try to stealA little from the book,And put the words together,And learn by hook or crook.I remember Uncle Caldwell,Who took pot-liquor fatAnd greased the pages of his book,And hid it in his hat.And had his master ever seenThe leaves upon his head,He’d have thought them greasy papers,But nothing to be read.And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,Who heard the children spell,And picked the words right up by heart,And learned to read ’em well.Well, the Northern folks kept sendingThe Yankee teachers down;And they stood right up and helped us,Though Rebs did sneer and frown.And, I longed to read my Bible,For precious words it said;But when I begun to learn it,Folks just shook their heads,And said there is no use trying,Oh! Chloe, you’re too late;But as I was rising sixty,I had no time to wait.So I got a pair of glasses,And straight to work I went,And never stopped till I could readThe hymns and Testament.Then I got a little cabinA place to call my own—And I felt as independentAs the queen upon her throne.
Very soon the Yankee teachersCame down and set up school;But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—It was agin’ their rule.
Very soon the Yankee teachers
Came down and set up school;
But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—
It was agin’ their rule.
Our masters always tried to hideBook learning from our eyes;Knowledge didn’t agree with slavery—’Twould make us all too wise.
Our masters always tried to hide
Book learning from our eyes;
Knowledge didn’t agree with slavery—
’Twould make us all too wise.
But some of us would try to stealA little from the book,And put the words together,And learn by hook or crook.
But some of us would try to steal
A little from the book,
And put the words together,
And learn by hook or crook.
I remember Uncle Caldwell,Who took pot-liquor fatAnd greased the pages of his book,And hid it in his hat.
I remember Uncle Caldwell,
Who took pot-liquor fat
And greased the pages of his book,
And hid it in his hat.
And had his master ever seenThe leaves upon his head,He’d have thought them greasy papers,But nothing to be read.
And had his master ever seen
The leaves upon his head,
He’d have thought them greasy papers,
But nothing to be read.
And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,Who heard the children spell,And picked the words right up by heart,And learned to read ’em well.
And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,
Who heard the children spell,
And picked the words right up by heart,
And learned to read ’em well.
Well, the Northern folks kept sendingThe Yankee teachers down;And they stood right up and helped us,Though Rebs did sneer and frown.
Well, the Northern folks kept sending
The Yankee teachers down;
And they stood right up and helped us,
Though Rebs did sneer and frown.
And, I longed to read my Bible,For precious words it said;But when I begun to learn it,Folks just shook their heads,
And, I longed to read my Bible,
For precious words it said;
But when I begun to learn it,
Folks just shook their heads,
And said there is no use trying,Oh! Chloe, you’re too late;But as I was rising sixty,I had no time to wait.
And said there is no use trying,
Oh! Chloe, you’re too late;
But as I was rising sixty,
I had no time to wait.
So I got a pair of glasses,And straight to work I went,And never stopped till I could readThe hymns and Testament.
So I got a pair of glasses,
And straight to work I went,
And never stopped till I could read
The hymns and Testament.
Then I got a little cabinA place to call my own—And I felt as independentAs the queen upon her throne.
Then I got a little cabin
A place to call my own—
And I felt as independent
As the queen upon her throne.