I‘ s feelin’ kin’ o’ lonesome in my little room to-night,
An’ my min‘ s done los’ de minutes an’ de miles,
Wile it teks me back a-flyin’ to de country of delight,
Whaih de Chesapeake goes grumblin’ er wid smiles.
Oh, de ol’ plantation‘ s callin’ to me, Come, come back,
Hyeah‘ s de place fu’ you to labouh an’ to res’,
‘ Fu my sandy roads is gleamin’ w'ile de city ways is black;
Come back, honey, case yo’ country home is bes’.
I know de moon is shinin’ down erpon de Eastern sho’,
An’ de bay‘ s a-sayin’ “Howdy” to de lan’;
An’ de folks is all a-settin’ out erroun’ de cabin do’,
Wid dey feet a-restin’ in de silvah san’;
An’ de ol’ plantation‘ s callin’ to me, Come, oh, come,
F'om de life dat‘ s des’ a-waihin’ you erway,
F'om de trouble an’ de bustle, an’ de agernizin’ hum
Dat de city keeps ergoin’ all de day.
I‘ s tiahed of de city, tek me back to Sandy Side,
Whaih de po'est ones kin live an’ play an’ eat;
Whaih we draws a simple livin’ f'om de fo'est an’ de tide,
An’ de days ah faih, an’ evah night is sweet.
Fu’ de ol’ plantation‘ s callin’ to me, Come, oh, come.
An’ de Chesapeake‘ s a-sayin’ “Dat's de t'ing,”
W'ile my little cabin beckons, dough his mouf is closed an’ dumb,
I‘ s a-comin, an’ my hea't begins to sing.