"'63
Is the
Jubilee." (25 Mar 1863)
[aka "Sixty-Three Is the Jubilee"]
Words by
J. L. Greene.
Music by
D. A. French.

Chicago: Root & Cady, 95 Clark St.
Cleveland: S. Brainard & Co.
Boston: H. Tolman & Co.
Milwaukee: H. M. Hempsted
Plate No. 266 4
[Source: scsm0060@LoC/AWCoL]

1. Oh darkeys hab ye heerd it, hab ye heerd de joyful news;
Uncle Abra’ms gwine to free us and he’ll send us where we chuse;
For de Jubilee is comin, dont ye sniff it in de air;
And sixtythree is de Jubilee, for de darkeys ebrywhere.

CHORUS [sung after each VERSE]
Oh de Jubilee is comin,
Dont you sniff it in de air:
And sixty thee is de Jubilee,
For de darkeys ebrywhere.

2. Ole Massa, he hab heerd it,  dont it make him awful blue.
Wont Ole Missus be a ravin when she finds it comin true;
Specs dar’ll be a dreffic shakin, such as Jeffy cannot stand,
Cause kingdom kum is a movin now, and a clawin tro’ de land.

3. No more we’ll work for nuffin, but we’ll own a little farm,
And no more dey’ll sell our chil’en, but we’ll keep ’em all from harm;
And no more we’ll pick de cotton, and no more we’ll feel de lash,
We’ll shout, and drum on de ole banjo, ’till we break it all to smash.

4. Dar’ll be a big skedaddle, now ole sixtythree had come,
And de darkeys now, will holler ’till dey make de country hum.
Oh we tanks Ole Uncle Abra’m, yes, we brees him day and night,
And pray de Lord brees de Union folks, and de battle for de right.