My Home in Kentuck

My Home in Kentuck

I long, how I long for my home in Kentuck,
With its fields where I labor'd, so green,
Where the possum and the coon, and the juicy wild duck,
And the 'bacco so prime, I have seen:
There I've fish'd from the banks of the Masella creek,
And oft, in the shades of the night,
Have I watch'd with my gun, nigh the old Salt Lick,
For the game as it come to my sight.

Chorus.—There is my old cabin home,
There are my sisters and brother,
There is my wife, joy of my life,
My child, and the grave of my mother.

That hut, my dear home, my log-cabin home,
With the bench that I stood at the door,
Where weary at night, from my work I would come
And there rest, ere I stepp'd on its floor.
The calabash vine, that then clung to its walls,
Oh! 'tis dear in my memory still to me,
And my master, who lives in his own handsome halls,
Not so happy as then I could be.

Chorus.—There is my old cabin home, &c.

But that cabin is far, far away from me now,
I am far from the scenes that I love,
Far away from that wife who once heard me vow
That forever I faithful would prove—
My friends are still there, and still there is my child,
And still there, all in life, I must crave—
Still there is that mound, with its flowers so wild,
That covers my old mother's grave,

Chorus.—There is my old cabin home, &c.