She's er waitin' in de cornder,
Lookin' at de things dat pass,
'Case dey's opined wide de stable,
An' dey's tu'ned her out to grass,

Wid de harness scars all healin',
Wid de lame foot soun' an' well;
But dar's er sorrer at her heart
Ole Jinny nebber tell.

Dough she hain't er proud bred creeter,
Dough she's des er ole muel mar',
De mizry tuggin' in her chist
Is mo'n she kin b'ar;

'Case she feel de life erbout her.
An' she hear de bells dat ring,
An' see de drays an' kyarts dat go
'Dout any livin' thing.

An' she wait dar in de cornder,
Wid de peart worl' passin' by;
She'd drap er tear fur sorrer
Ef er Jinny muel could cry.

Men done git too smart fur Jinny,
Er de Jinny git too slow;
An' dey git some debil notion
Fur ter mek de wagins go.

Wid er herry an' er skerry,
Hatter sen' gray ha'rs ter school;
Des er leabin' in de dirt road,
Des er nigger an' er muel.

Dey done gone an' lef' you, Jinny;
Gone an' lef' you, sho' 'nough now,
An' hit hain't no easin' ter you
Fur ter hitch you ter er plow;

'Case dey shove an' keep er shovin',—
Hain't er gwine ter leabe dat long,—
An' de ole fiel' gwine ter miss you,
Wid de nigger an' de song.