Lowlands

1 In the Virginia lowlands I was born,
Lowlands, lowlands, away, my John.
I worked all day down in the corn,
My dollar and a half a day.

2 I packed my bag and I'm going away;
I'll make my way to Mobile Bay.

3 In Mobile Bay, where they work all day,
A-screwing cotton by the day,

4 Five dollars a day is a white man's pay,
A dollar and a half is a colored man's pay.
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