Say brothers have you seen the master with a mustache on his face?
He's been a-rollin' on the road sometime this
morning like he's going to leave this place
He's seen the smoke way up on the
river where the Lincoln gunboats lay
He took his hat and left very sudden I suspect he's runnin' away
Oh the master on Ha Ha and we were stayin' ho ho
It must be now that kingdom's comin' in the year of Jubilo
He's six foot one way,
two foot the other anyway,
three hundred pounds
His coat's so big he couldn't pay the
tailor and it won't go half way around
He drills so much they call him
captain and he gets so dreadful tanned
I suspect he'll try and fool them
Yankees for a thinkin' he's contraband
Oh the master on Ha Ha and we were stayin' ho ho
It must be now that kingdom's comin' in the year of Jubilo
Now folks feel so lonesome livin' in the log house on the lawn
They move their things into master's
parlor for to keep it while he's gone
There's wine and cider in the kitchen and you and me'll have some
I suppose they'll try and confiscate
it when the Lincoln soldiers come
Oh the master on Ha Ha and we were stayin' ho ho
It must be now that kingdom's comin' in the year of Jubilo
The overseer he make us trouble and he drive us round a spell
So we lock him up in a smokehouse
cellar with the key thrown down the well
The whip is lost,
the handcuffs broken but the master'll have his pay
And he's old enough,
big enough,
ought to known better than to try and run away
Oh the master on Ha Ha and we were stayin' ho ho
It must be now that kingdom's comin' in the year of Jubilo