Away down in de Kentuck brake De darkey lib, dey call him jake, He pick upon de banmjo string, Dis am de song dat he would sing. Ree-ro my true lub, O come along my darlin, So fare you well, my Dinah gal, I'm gwine ober de mountains. Come my lub an go wid me, I'm gwine away to Tennessee; A hoss an cart dhall pull you roun, Walk up hill an foot it down. One kind kiss before we part, One more kiss would break my heart; Hitch your hoss up to a rail, Make him fast both head and tail. I fed my hoss in a poplar trough, De old hoss catch de hoopin cough, I lick him wiod a hick'ry stick He paw de groun' an begin to kick. I hitch him to a swingin limb De ole hoss cut a pigeon-wing; Den I rote de tanner a letter I thought de hoss was gettin no better. De tanner made me dis reply I want de hoss hide when he die De tanner he was well enuff De hoss hide was ole an tuff. De ole hoss die, I dig a hole, I cover him up both body an soul, De tanner come but soon he found De hoss was too deep underground.