Kingdom Comin’ (aka: The Year of Jubilo) --- Henry Clay Work  (1862)

This is an authentic American Civil War song. It was written in an African-American Slave dialect. It is not intended as a slur on anyone. Many of the terms used in this song have since become racial epithets, but they were not intended as such when the song was written. It celebrates the coming of the Federal troops and the freeing of the slaves.

 

Say, [D]darkies hab you seen de massa wid de muff-stash on his [A]face,
Go [D] ‘long de road some time dis mornin’ like he gwine to [A]leab de [D]place?
He [G]seen a smoke ‘way up de ribber whar de Linkum [D]gunboats [A]lay.
He [D]took his hat an’ lef’ berry sudden, an’ I ‘spec he’s [A]run a-[D]way!

            De [G]massa run? Ha ha!
            De [D]darkies stay? Ho [A]Ho!
            It [D]mus’ be now de kingdom comin’
            An’ de year ob [A]jubi-[D]lo! 

He [D]six-foot one way, two-foot t’udder an’ he weigh t’ree-hundred [A]pound.
His [D]coat so big he couldn’t pay de tailor an’ it don’t go [A]half-way [D] ‘round.
He [G]drill so much dey call him Cap’n an’ he get so [D]drefful [A]tanned,
I [D] ‘spec he try an fool dem Yankees for to t’ink he’s [A]contra- [D]band.

            De [G]massa run? Ha ha!
            De [D]darkies stay? Ho [A]Ho!
            It [D]mus’ be now de kingdom comin’
            An’ de year ob [A]jubi-[D]lo! 

De [D]darkies feel so lonesome libing in de log-house on de [A]lawn.
Dey [D]move dere t’ings to de massa’s parlour, for to keep it [A]while he’s [D]gone.
Dere’s [G]wine an’ cider in de kitchen, an’ de darkies [D]dey’ll hab [A]some.
I [D]s’pose dey’ll all be confiscated when de Linkum [A]sojers [D]come.

            De [G]massa run? Ha ha!
            De [D]darkies stay? Ho [A]Ho!
            It [D]mus’ be now de kingdom comin’
            An’ de year ob [A]jubi-[D]lo! 

De [D]oberseer he make us trouble an’ he dribe us ‘round a [A]spell.
We [D]lock him up in de smoke-house cellar wid de key t’rowed [A]down de [D]well.
De [G]whip is lost, de hand-cuff broken but de massa’ll [D]hab his [A]pay.
He [D]old enuff, big enuff, oughtta knowed better dan to went an’ [A]runned a-[D]way!

            De [G]massa run? Ha ha!
            De [D]darkies stay? Ho [A]Ho!
            It [D]mus’ be now de kingdom comin’
            An’ de year ob [A]jubi-[D]lo!

 

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