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Linda Blackford

The 1853 lyrics to “My Old Kentucky Home” are anything but bright

This Oct. 26, 2017, file photo, shows a bronze sculpture of 19th-century songwriter Stephen Foster, top, by Giuseppe Moretti, near the entrance to Carnegie Music Hall in Schenley Plaza in the Oakland neighborhood of Pittsburgh. Workers removed the 118-year-old statue of the “Oh! Susanna” songwriter from the Pittsburgh park Thursday, April 26, 2018, in response to criticism the work is demeaning because it includes a slave sitting at the composer’s feet, plucking a banjo. The Pittsburgh Art Commission voted unanimously Oct. 25, 2017, to relocate the statue.
This Oct. 26, 2017, file photo, shows a bronze sculpture of 19th-century songwriter Stephen Foster, top, by Giuseppe Moretti, near the entrance to Carnegie Music Hall in Schenley Plaza in the Oakland neighborhood of Pittsburgh. Workers removed the 118-year-old statue of the “Oh! Susanna” songwriter from the Pittsburgh park Thursday, April 26, 2018, in response to criticism the work is demeaning because it includes a slave sitting at the composer’s feet, plucking a banjo. The Pittsburgh Art Commission voted unanimously Oct. 25, 2017, to relocate the statue. AP

Stephen Foster wrote My Old Kentucky Home in 1853, and the original version is different from what we hear at the Kentucky Derby because offensive words were changed. But reading the 1853 version shows clearly that the song portrayed slavery in a benign but somber light, describing an enslaved man being sold away from his family. Warning: these lyrics are clearly offensive.

“My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night!” by Stephen Foster (1853) (Click to listen)

The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,

‘Tis summer, the darkies are gay;

The corn-top’s ripe and the meadow’s in the bloom,

While the birds make music all the day.

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor,

All merry, all happy and bright;

By ‘n’ by Hard Times comes a-knocking at the door,

Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Weep no more my lady

Oh! weep no more today!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the Old Kentucky Home far away

They hunt no more for the possum and the coon,

On meadow, the hill and the shore,

They sing no more by the glimmer of the moon,

On the bench by the old cabin door.

The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart,

With sorrow, where all was delight,

The time has come when the darkies have to part,

Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Weep no more my lady

Oh! weep no more today!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the Old Kentucky Home far away

The head must bow and the back will have to bend,

Wherever the darky may go;

A few more days, and the trouble all will end,

In the field where the sugar-canes grow.

A few more days for to tote the weary load,

No matter, ‘twill never be light;

A few more days till we totter on the road,

Then my old Kentucky home, goodnight.

Weep no more my lady

Oh! weep no more today!

We will sing one song for the old Kentucky home,

For the Old Kentucky Home far away.

Linda Blackford
Opinion Contributor,
Lexington Herald-Leader
Linda Blackford is a former journalist for the Herald-Leader Support my work with a digital subscription
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