NEW BURYIN' GROUND

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Oh, come along, come along, let's go to buryin', (3 times)
Way over, way over in de new buryin' ground. (whoof!)

Sinners, don't you hear my Lord a-callin', (Whuff!)
O sinners, don't you hear, hear my Lord a-callin',
O sinners, don't you hear my Lord a-callin'
Way over, over in de buryin' ground. (Whoo!)

Oh, de hammer keep a-ringin',(Hoo!) ringin' on somebody's coffin, (3 times)
Way over, (Come here!) over in de new buryin' ground. (Whuff!)

Oh, de hearse keep a-rollin', rollin' somebody to the graveyard, (Come here, boy!) (3 times)
Way over, (Water boy!), over in de new buryin' ground.

De preacher keep a-preachin, preachin' somebody's fun'ral, etc.
Sometimes I pray like, pray like my time ain't long, etc.
Sometimes I feel like, feel like my time ain't long, etc.

Sung by John Brown and group of convicts, State Prison, Raiford, Florida, who do a near professional job, with interjections. Coll. by John and Ruby Lomax, 1939 Southern States Recording Trip (classified as spiritual). Can be heard by selecting audio subject, http://memory.loc.gov/ammem/lohtml/lohome.html
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