Gwine down by the pars'nage,
Now Liza you keep cool;
I hasn't got time to squeeze you,
I'se busy wid dis mule.

Cho.:
Whoa, mule, whoa,
Whoa, mule, I say;
Keep your seat Miss Liza Jane,
An' hang to dat sleigh.

De mule he jumped to one side,
De sleigh she went kerflap,
Broke my new suspenders,
She fell on my lap.
(from Alabama)

When I went to see Miss Liza Jane,
She was standin' in the door,
With shoes and stockin's in her hands
And feet all over the floor.
(from Tenn.)
As I went down de new cut road, she went down de lane.
Was the last time I saw my true love so go 'long, Liza Jane.
Go 'long, Liza Jane, go 'long, Liza Jane.

She went up the new cut road, I went down the lane,
Threw my hat in the corner of the fence,
Good-by, Liza Jane.
(Al)

Good-bye, Miss Eliza Jane,
I'm gwine to leab you;
Don't care, Miss Eliza Jane,
If it do grieb you.
Good-bye, Miss Eliza Jane, good-bye etc.

Go 'long, go 'long, go 'long, Liza Jane (3 times)
She died on the train.
N. C.

These scattered verses from Newman L. White, American Negro Folk Songs.

Juba dis and Juba dat,
Juba shoot and kill a yellow cat,
Juba up and Juba down,
Juba shoot and missed the ground.

Cindy went to meetin',
She shouted and she squeeled;
She got so much religion
She broke her stockin' heel

I went up to the mountain
For to get a load of cane
To make a jug of 'lasses
Sweeter 'n Liza Jane.

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy (twice)
Fare you well.
(mixture of two songs)

My ole missus promised me
When she died she'd set me free.
She lived so long That her head got ball,
And the Lord couldn't kill her with a hickory mall.

(more floating verses from White)