All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam. - Stephen Foster

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-canes grow.
A few more days for to tote the weary load,—
No matter, 't will never be light;
A few more days till we totter on the road:—
Then my old Kentucky home, good-night!

The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,
With sorrow where all was delight;
The time has come when the darkies have to part: Then my old Kentucky home, good night!

All up and down the whole creation,
Sadly I roam,
Still longing for the old plantation,
And for the old folks at home.