Old Uncle Ned
by Stephen Foster
revised lyrics by Cinzi Lavin

There was an old field hand, they call’d him Uncle Ned.
He’s dead long ago, long ago!
He had no hair on the top of his head
And his back, it was bent very low.

Chorus:
Then lay down the shovel and the hoe,
Hang up the fiddle and the bow:
No more work for poor Old Ned.
He’s gone where the good men go.

When Old Ned died they take it mighty bad,
Their tears run down like tje rain;
Old master turn pale, and grew very sad
Cause he’d never see Old Ned again.

Chorus

His fingers were long like the cane in the brake,
He had no eyes for to see;
He’s gone to the shore where his soul ought to go,
He’s gone to a place where he’s free.

Chorus

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Old Uncle Ned
Original Lyrics by Stephen Foster

Dere was an old Nigga, dey call’d him Uncle Ned.
He’s dead long ago, long ago!
He had no wool on de top ob his head
De place whar de wool ought to grow.

Chorus:
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
Hang up de fiddle and de bow:
No more work for poor Old Ned
He’s gone where the good Niggas go.

When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty bad,
De tears run down like de rain;
Old missus turn pale, and she gets berry sad
Cayse she nebber see Old Ned again.

Chorus

His fingers were long like de cane in de brake,
He had no eyes for to see;
He had no teeth for eat de corn cake
So had to let de corn cake be.

Chorus