[WARNING: This song contains antiquated racial stereotypes. It is presented here for historical and educational purposes only.]
a new Ethiopian (minstrel show) melody, 1851
words and music by Stephen C. Foster
From the Stephen Foster Song Book: “This song is distinguished by a brief guest appearance of the celebrated Susanna, who is cast as the slave’s lover. It is a splendid minstrel piece that tells of life on another of Foster’s mythical plantations. But despite its conventional minstrel show cliches about the happy lives of the slaves, the piece has distinct subversive elements. Verses three through five relate a curious story: a slave is freed and journeys to Kentucky but apparently runs out of money and returns to the plantation; subsequently “massa” dies unexpectedly during a banjo recital and the slave runs away, promising to return someday for his lover. The story serves as a gentle suggestion – and it is perhaps unique in Foster’s works – that life was not all roses and sunshine ‘way down south.”
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Werner Tomaschewski:
Lyrics
- De time is nebber dreary
If de darkey nebber groans
De ladies nebber weary
Wid de rattle ob de bones
Den come again Susanna
By de gaslight ob de moon
We’ll tum de old piano
When de banjo’s out ob tune
Chorus
Ring, ring de banjo
I like dat good old song
Come again my true lub
Oh! wha you been so long
- Oh! nebber count de bubbles
While der’s water in de spring
De darkey hab no troubles
While he’s got dis song to sing
De beauties of creation
Will nebber lose der charm
While I roam de old plantation
Wid my true lub on my arm - Once I was so lucky
My massa set me free
I went to old Kentucky
To see what I could see
I could not go no farder
I turn to massa’s door
I lub him all the harder
I’ll go away no more - Early in de morning
Ob a lubly summer day
My massa send me warning
He’d like to hear me play
On de banjo tapping
I come wid dulcem strain
Massa fall a-napping
He’ll nebber wake again - My lub, I’ll hab to leabe you
While de ribber’s running high
But I nebber can deceibe you
So don’t you wipe your eye
I’s guine to make some money
But I’ll come anodder day
I’ll come again my honey
If I hab to work my way
Sung here by Fred Feild: