seen the master with a mustache on his face?
Go along the road sometime
Like he's goin' to leave this place
He took his hat and left very sudden
I suspect he's runnin' away
Oh, to master on, ha -ha,
It must be now that kingdom's comin'
two foot the other anyway
And it won't go half way around
He drills so much they call him
And he gets so dreadful tanned
I suspect he'll try and fool them
For thinking he's contraband
Oh, the master will run ha -ha
And it must be now that kingdom's coming
so lonesome living in the log house on the lawn
They move their things into
Master's parlor for to keep
There's wine and cider in the kitchen
and you and me'll have some
I suppose they'll try and
Or the master run, ha -ha,
It must be now that kingdom's
coming in the year of juvenile
he make us trouble and he drive us round a spell
So we lock him up in a smokehouse cellar
with the key thrown down the well
The whip is lost, the handcuffs broken,
But the master'll have his pay.
And he's old enough, big enough,
than to try and run away.
Oh, the master will run, ha -ha,
And we will stay, ho -ho.
It must be now that kingdom's coming,
