Here are the lyrics (as part of a medley) from p.125 of Lead Belly - No Stranger to the Blues. [©1998 TRO Folkways Music Publishers Inc.] Here is everything from that page:

Ain't Going Down To The Well No More/Go Down Old Hannah

Medley transcribed from 1939 Musicraft recording sessions now available on Lead Belly Memorial Vols. 3 & 4, Collectables CD 5604. Other CD recordings: "Ain't Going Down" - Lead Belly/Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen, Rounder 1098; "Go Down, Old Hannah" - Lead Belly/Go Down Old Hannah, Rounder 1099 (1935 Library of Congress sessions); and Lead Belly's Last Sessions (1948), Smithsonian Folkways boxed set 50068/71 includes both songs.

(Ain't Going Down to the Well No More)

Ohhh,
Ain't going down, ain't going down, oh baby,
to the well no more.

Here's a true believer, here's a true believer, yay.
Ain't going down, ain't going down, oh momma,
to the well no more.

If I ever get able, if I ever get able, able to pay this
debt I owe, oh,
Ain't going down, ain't going down, oh Sadie,
to the well no more.

Here's a true believer, here's a true believer, yay.
Ain't going down, ain't going down, oh baby,
to the well no more.

Oh, soon one morning when I could not lay back down,
lay back down, oh,
Looking right at her, looking right at her, oh,
standing in her morning gown, oh. (2)

(additional verses)

Oh, down, down in the bottom, mmm.
Mud up to my knees, mud up to my knees, oh Mary,
he was so hard to please.
Oh baby, oh black gal, oh black gal, black gal.

Oh, something funny, oh Lord, Lord, Lord.
I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand,
oh couldn't understand.
Got me charged with murder, got me charged with murder,
murder, oh Lord, I ain't raised my hand.
Ain't raised my hand, ain't raised my hand,
oh, ain't raised my hand.
Oh black gal, oh black gal, oh.

Turn me loose, turn me loose, please man,
won't you turn me loose?
Lord, I was on the outdside, on the outside looking in, oh.
Looking in, looking in, oh black woman, I was looking in.
Now I'm on the inside, Lord, I'm on the inside, inside, oh.

I ain't got no friends, ain't got no friends, praise God,
I ain't got no friends.
Oh Mamie, Petey, come home to the baby, oh.
To the baby, to the baby, oh black gal, to the baby.


(Go Down, Old Hannah)

Go down old Hannah, don't you rise no more,
And if you rise in the morning, bring Judgement Day.

You oughta been on the Brazos, nineteen and ten,*
Well, they were driving the women like they do the men.

Oh, the sun was shining and the men was flying,
Oh, the captain was hollering and the men was flying.

(additional verses)

If a man don't know, if a man don't know --
It's a man lying dead on the low turn row.**

Oh, the man on the end hollering
"Bring 'em, bring 'em on in."

It was soon one morning when the sun did rise
And I was singing about my goodlooking baby;
I would hang my head and cry.

Yes, I run to the captain and I shake his hand,
I says, "Look-a here, captain, you got a hardworking man."

Go down old Hannah, don't you rise no more,
If you rise in the morning, set this world on fire
(change this world around).

And I told the captain that old Ben was dead
And the captain didn't do nothing but nod his head.

Yes, when I went to school, teacher ask me one thing,
She says to me, "Partner, did your mama learn you to sing?"
Then I says, "Go down old Hannah,
I'd like to be knocking on somebody's door."


* Brazos River was the location of state prison farms.

** Where teams with ploughs can be turned at the end of the field.