Where is brudder Robbins?
He's a-gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.
I seen him in de mornin'
wid his work clo'es on
But he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.
An' I seen him in the noontime
straight and tall,
But death a-come a-walkin'
in the evenin' fall
An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.
An' death touched Robbins
wid a silver knife
An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.
An' he's sittin' in de garden
by de tree of life.
An' he's gone, gone, gone,
gone, gone, gone, gone.
Oh he's gone.
Robbins is gone.