Gwine ober de mountain (Dan Emmett)

First heard this one from 2nd South Carolina.
Also love how Joe Ayers plays it.

Away down in de Kentuck brake
De darkey lib, dey call him jake,
He pick upon de banmjo string,
Dis am de song dat he would sing.
Ree-ro my true lub,
O come along my darlin,
So fare you well, my Dinah gal,
I'm gwine ober de mountains.

Come my lub an go wid me,
I'm gwine away to Tennessee;
A hoss an cart dhall pull you roun,
Walk up hill an foot it down.

One kind kiss before we part,
One more kiss would break my heart;
Hitch your hoss up to a rail,
Make him fast both head and tail.

I fed my hoss in a poplar trough,
De old hoss catch de hoopin cough,
I lick him wiod a hick'ry stick
He paw de groun' an begin to kick.

I hitch him to a swingin limb
De ole hoss cut a pigeon-wing;
Den I rote de tanner a letter
I thought de hoss was gettin no better.

De tanner made me dis reply
I want de hoss hide when he die
De tanner he was well enuff
De hoss hide was ole an tuff.

De ole hoss die, I dig a hole,
I cover him up both body an soul,
De tanner come but soon he found
De hoss was too deep underground.