Ole massa lock de door, an’ den he went to sleep,
I dress myself in his bess clothes, an’ jump into de street.
Chorus.—Dey work me all de day,
Widout a bit of pay,
So I took my flight, in the middle of de night,
When de sun was gone away.
Sed I, dis chile’s a freeman now, he’ll be a slave no more;
I travell’d faster all dat night, dan I ever did before.
I came up to a farmer’s house, jest at de break of day,
And saw a white man standin’ dar, sed he, “You are a runaway.”