Classic Poem

In spite of politics an' sich
A-worryin' of the nation,
We're doin' well in Georgy lan'
Down on the ol' plantation.
We're fixin' now fer cotton white —
To fleece the fiel's from left to right,
An' take ol' Georgy out o' sight
Down on the ol' plantation!

Ain't nothin' throws us out o' gear,
Or hinders our salvation;
We're good fer all the wear an' tear
Down on the ol' plantation.
We're workin' whilst it's called to-day
To meet the Good Times on the way,
An' life's a regular hooray!
Down on the ol' plantation.

Fer still the seasons as they go
Shout joy from every station,
The joy o' reapin' what we sow
Down on the ol' plantation.
Joy in the singin' o' the rills —
The mockin' birds, the whippoorwills;
We've struck the halleluia hills
Down on the ol' plantation!