Plantation Melodies. 
"Away to de Sugar Cane Field" (1847) 
as Sung by A. F. Winnemore and his Band of Virginia Serenaders 
The words by S[ilas] .S[exton]. Steele, Esq.
Arranged for the Piano-Forte by A[nthony]. F. Winnemore. 

Boston: Geo[rge]. P. Reed, 17 Tremont Row 
J.H. Bufford's Lith. Boston 
Plate No. 1024 
[Source: 018/009@Levy]

1. De mornin sun has wink’d his eye 
An lit de face ob de bright blue sky, 
Den darkies up like crows an fly 
away to de sugar cane field! 

Away! Away! Away! Away! 
Away to do sugar cane field! 
Away! Away! Away! Away! 
Away to de sugar cane field!

2. Come quickly buss your gals an wives,
Whet up de Jawbone ob your knives,
Old Sambo’s whip sings as he drives
Away to de sugar cane field.

Away away away away
Away to de sugar cane field. 
Away away away away
Away to de sugar cane field.

3. Be quick, for de stalks am turnen brown,
And de luscious juice am sweaten down,
An spillen its sweets upon de groun’.
Den away to de sugar can field..

Away away away away,
Den away to de sugar can field.
Away away away away,
Den away to de sugar can field.

4.  Dar Juba, dont hang dat lip,
For if my blade should happen to slip,
A pound or two I might chance to clip,
Upon de sugar cane field.

Upon, upon, upon, upon,
Upon de sugar cane field,
Upon, upon, upon, upon,
Upon de sugar cane field.


5. Oh! when de sun gets half way round,
We’ll roll like black snakes on de ground,
An sweeten our rest by chewin a pound
Ob de stalk ob de sugar cane field.

De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, 
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.
De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, 
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.

6. Work, darkies work, we am de flower
Ob mortals, for we hab de power
To keep de airth from gowen sour,
By de stalk, ob de sugar cane field,

By de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk,
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.
By de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk,
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.


7. Oh what would de beaux for lasses do
Or de gals for walken candies too,
If we darkies wasn’t to cut an stew
De stalk ob de sugar can field.

De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk,
De stalk ob de sugar can field.
De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk,
De stalk ob de sugar can field.



8. What make de lova’s like to slip
Behind de door to take a sip
Ob de cream upon dar upper lip,
De juice ob de sugar cane field.

De juice, de juice, de juice, de juice, 
De juice ob de sugar can field.
De juice, de juice, de juice, de juice, 
De juice ob de sugar can field.

9. Den cut away boys, we’ll soon retreat
To dinner whar de gals we’ll meet,
An taste dar lips dat am more sweet,
Dan de stalk ob de sugar cane field.

De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, 
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.
De stalk, de stalk, de stalk, de stalk, 
De stalk ob de sugar cane field.


10. Oh arter we blacks live till we die,
If you’d make de sugar stalks grow high,
Just carry us out an luff us lie
Upon de sugar cane field.

Upon, upon, upon, upon, 
Upon de sugar can field.
Upon, upon, upon, upon, 
Upon de sugar can field.