Its bin ni ontoe three years
Since mah Goo' Man, Sandy,
Marched erway, twixt sighs an' tears,
Frum his own Mirandy.
Out yondah on de battle fiel',
Whar de bustin' bullits squeal,
An you often miss a meal,
Wuz mah Goo' Man, Sandy.

Now de smoke am cleahed erway,
An' mah Goo' Man, Sandy,
Is cumin' home dis verah day—
Home to his Mirandy.
Cumin' bac' to co'n fiel's green,
Wid de snap-beans growin' tween,
To de chile he's nevah seen,
An' to his Mirandy.