So early in the morning

 

Verse 1

South Caroline is a sultry clime,
Where we used to work in the summer time;
Massa neath the shade would lay,
While we poor niggers toiled all day.

Chorus

So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
So early in the morning,
Before the break of day.

Verse 2

When I was young, I used to wait
On massa's table, lay the plate,
Pass him bottles when him dry,
Brush away the blue tailed fly.

Chorus

Verse 3

Now massa's dead, an' gone to rest,
Of all the massas he was the best;
I never him like, since I was born,
Miss him now he's dead and gone.

Chorus