Up North, de happy day dat I was free;
From massa an' ole missus, too, and all de folks at home,
Whose faces now I neber more shall see;
I'se trabeled night and day to see de dear old place once more;
De cotton fields, de ribber, and de mill;
But most of all, where I was born, in happy days before,
In de little log cabin on de hill!

Oh, I remember ebry day, when all our work was o'er,
We'd hear de bones' and banjos' sweet refrain,
While all de darkies danc'd and swung around de cabin door;
Dem happy times will neber come again;
We'd hunt de possum and de coon until de mornin' fair,
An' laugh and shout, so gay and jolly still;
Such joyous, happy darkies, an' we had no tho't of care,
In de little log cabin on de hill!

Upon de ole plantation there is no one left I know;
De folks are wand'ring all so far away,
An' strangers meet me ebrywhere, yes, ebrywhere I go!
But round dis ole place Ise a-goin' to stay;
Dar's one spot left, they say, where I can evermore remain;
Dar kindness makes my poor heart throb and thrill;
Ise growin' ole and weary, so I'll neber roam again
From de little log cabin on de hill!

CHORUS.

Oh de little log cabin, yes, de cabin on de hill;
It's standing there, the same old cabin still;