With that Big Sam struck up a song. His voice was clear and strong, and he sang with a will.
Oh. Miss Malindy, you er lots too sweet for me;
I cannot come to see you
Ontil my time is free—
Oh, den I’ll come ter see you,
An’ take you on my knee.
Oh, Miss Malindy, now don’t you go away;
I cannot come to see you
Ontil some yuther day—
Oh, den I’ll come ter see you—