The following version is from the book "Work Songs" (in the Traditional Black Music series) by Jerry Silverman, 1994 Chelsea House Publishers)

AIN'T NO MORE CANE ON THE BRAZIS

There ain't no more cane on the Brazis, oh---
They done ground it all in mollasses, oh---

Well the captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin'
Well, it's gittin' so cold, my row's behin'.

Cap'n doncha do me like you did po' Shine,
You drive that bully till he went stone-blin'

Cap'n cap'n, you must be blin'
Keep on holl'in an' I'm almos' flyin'.

Ninety-nine years so jumpin' long,
To be here rollin' an' cain' go home.

If I had a sentence like ninety-nine years
All the dogs on the Brazis won' keep me here.

B'lieve I'll do like old Riley,
Ol' Riley walked the big Brazis.

Well, the dog-sergeant got worried an' couldn' go,
Ol' Rattler went to howlin' 'cause the tracks too ol'

Oughta come on the river in 1904,
You could find a dead man on every turn row.

Oughta come on the river in 1910
They was drivin' the women jes' like the men.

Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row,
Wake up, dead man, an' help me drive my row.

Some in the buildin' an' some on the farm,
Some in the graveyard, and some goin' home.

Wake up, lifetime, hold up yo' head,
Well, you may get a pardon an' you may drop dead.

Go down, Ol' Hannah, doncha rise no mo'
If you rise in the mornin' bring Judgment Day.^^

rich r