PARTED

De breeze is blowin’‘ cross de bay.

My lady, my lady;

De ship hit teks me far away,

My lady, my lady;

Ole Mas’ done sol’ me down de stream;

Dey tell me‘ t ai n't so bad‘ s hit seem,

My lady, my lady.

O’ co'se I knows dat you‘ ll be true,

My lady, my lady;

But den I do’ know whut to do,

My lady, my lady;

I knowed some day we‘ d have to pa't,

But den hit put’ nigh breaks my hea't,

My lady, my lady.

De day is long, de night is black,

My lady, my lady;

I know you‘ ll wait twell I come back,

My lady, my lady;

I‘ ll stan’ de ship, I‘ ll stan’ de chain,

But I‘ ll come back, my darlin’ Jane,

My lady, my lady.

Jes’ wait, jes’ b'lieve in whut I say,

My lady, my lady;

D’ ai n't nothin’ dat kin keep me‘ way,

My lady, my lady;

A man‘ s a man, an’ love is love;

God knows ouah hea'ts, my little dove;

He‘ ll he'p us f'om his th'one above,

My lady, my lady.