(Verse 1)
Dere was an old N***a, dey call’d him Uncle Ned
He’s dead long ago, long ago!
He had no wool on de top ob his head
De place whar de wool ought to grow

(Chorus)
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
Hang up de fiddle and de bow:
No more work for poor Old Ned
He’s gone where the good N***as go

(Verse 2)
When Old Ned die Massa take it mighty bad
De tears run down like de rain;
Old missus turn pale, and she gets berry sad
Cayse she nebber see Old Ned again

(Chorus)
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
Hang up de fiddle and de bow:
No more work for poor Old Ned
He’s gone where the good N***as go

(Verse 3)
His fingers were long like de cane in de brake
He had no eyes for to see;
He had no teeth for eat de corn cake
So had to let de corn cake be
(Chorus)
Den lay down de shubble and de hoe
Hang up de fiddle and de bow:
No more work for poor Old Ned
He’s gone where the good N***as go