The Poor Old Slave ================== w&m: G.W.H. Griffin, 1851 [Verse 1] The poor old slave has gone to rest, We know that he is free; His bones they lie disturb them not, Way down in Tennessee. [Verse 2] The pe~oor old sle~ave has ge~one to re~est, We kne~ow that he~o is free~ o~ free free; His be~ones they le~ie diste~urb them ne~ot, Way de~own in Te~ennessee~ o see~ see. [Verse 3] The pickety~ poor old slickety~ slave has gickety~ gone to rickety~ rest, We knickety~ know that hickety~ he is free~ o~ free free; His bickety~ bones they lickety~ lie distickety~ turb them nickety~ not, Way dickety~ down in tickety~ Tennessee~ o see~ see. [Verse 4] The pickety~ packety~ poor old slickety~ slackety~ slave has gickety~ gackety~ gone to rickety~ rackety~ rest, We knickety~ knackety~ know that hickety~ hackety~ he is free~ o~ free free; His bickety~ backety~ bones they lickety~ lackety~ lie distickety~ tackety~ turb them nickety~ nackety~ not, Way dickety~ dackety~ down in tickety~ tackety~ Tennessee~ o see~ see.