⁠Knock de socks clean off o' sin
Ez I hyeah my po' ol' granny
⁠Wif huh tremblin' voice jine in.

Den we all th'ow in our voices
⁠Fu' to he'p de chune out too,
Lak a big camp-meetin' choiry
⁠Tryin' to sing a mou'nah th'oo.
An' our th'oahts let out de music,
⁠Sweet an' solemn, loud an' free,
'Twell de raftahs o' my cabin
⁠Echo wif de melody.

Oh, de music o' de banjo,
⁠Quick an' deb'lish, solemn, slow,
Is de greates' joy an' solace
⁠Dat a weary slave kin know!
So jes' let me hyeah it ringin',
⁠Dough de chune be po' an' rough,
It 's a pleasure; an' de pleasures
⁠O' dis life is few enough.