Way down upon the old plantationnOld Master used to own me as a slavenHe had a little gal he’d call LorenanAnd we courted where the wild bananas wavednFor long years we courted and we were happy as onenI hard worked it for my dear old master and the happiness of live had just begunnnNo more the moon shines on LorenanAs we sit and watch the coon among the cornnAnd the possum playing on the wild banananAnd the old owl a-hootin’ like a hornnnOne day I went to see dear LorenanI honked and she would meet me at the gatenBut they took her away to old VirginienAnd left me to morn for her fatennFor years I longed to see hernThoughts of her, as ever in my headnOne day master read me a letternTelling me that Lorena, she was deadnnNo more the moon shines on LorenanAs we sit and watch the coon among the cornnAnd the possum playing on the wild banananAnd the old owl a-hootin’ like a hornnnBut I know that her soul has gone to heavennAnd there she is ever free from painnTo her brighter crown it is givennAnd no more will she wear these darky’s chainsnnNo more the moon shines on LorenanAs we sit and watch the coon among the cornnAnd the possum playing on the wild banananAnd the old owl a-hootin’ like a hornnn