Weep no more, my lady, O weep no more to-day!
We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
The head must bow and the back will have to bend,
Wherever the darkey may go;
A few more days and the trouble all will end
In the field where the sugar-cane grows;
A few more days for to tote the weary load--
No matter, 'twill never be light;
A few more days till we totter on the road,
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!