Now, freemen, listen to my song, a story I’ll relate,
It happened in de valley of de ole Kentucky State:
Dey marched me out into de fiel’, at every break of day,
And work me dar till late sunset, widout a cent of pay.
Chorus.—Dey work me all de day,
Widout a bit of pay,
And thought, because dey fed me well,
I would not run away.
Massa gave me his ole coat, an’ thought I’d happy be,
But I had my eye on de North Star, an’ thought of liberty;