From the Lomax's "Folk Song USA" book:

It ain't no mo' cane on dis Brazis
Oh-
Dey done grind it all in molazzis,
Oh-

Well, de captain standin' an' lookin' an' cryin',
Well, it's gettin' so col', my row's behin'

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

Cap'n Cap'n you mus' 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

Ef I had a sentence like ninety-nine years
All de dogs on de Brazis won't keep me here

B'lieve I'll do like ol' Riley
Ol' Riley walked de big Brazis

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

Oughta come on de river in 1904
You could fin' a dead man on every turn row

Oughta come on de river in 1910
Dey was drivin' de women jes' like de men

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

Some in de buildin' an' some on de farm
Some in de graveyard, an' 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'
Ef you rise in de mornin' bring Judgment Day