Wrinkled skin, crisp white hair
An overcoat of lace falling to the hips
Rocking the cradle of her master's son
That her lady had had a few time before.
This way did black nanny do
Brought up every white child with cheerfulness
Later, in the slave quarters, she held her blackie one
And black nanny wiped off one more tear
Black nanny, black nanny
While the cane whipped her loved one
Black nanny rocked her master's white son