Very soon the Yankee teachers br Came down and set up school; br But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it, - br It was agin' their rule. br br Our masters always tried to hide br Book learning from our eyes; br Knowledge did'nt agree with slavery - br 'Twould make us all too wise. br br But some of us would try to steal br A little from the book, br And put the words together, br And learn by hook or crook. br br I remember Uncle Caldwell, br Who took pot liquor fat br And greased the pages of his book, br And hid it in his hat. br br And had his master ever seen br The leaves upon his head, br He'd have thought them greasy papers, br But nothing to be read. br br And there was Mr. Turner's Ben, br Who heard the children spell, br And picked the words right up by heart, br And learned to read 'em well. br br Well, the Northern folks kept sending br The Yankee teachers down; br And they stood right up and helped us, br Though Rebs did sneer and frown. br br And I longed to read my Bible, br For precious words it said; br But when I begun to learn it, br Folks just shook their heads, br br And said there is no use trying, br Oh! Chloe, you're too late; br But as I was rising sixty, br I had no time to wait. br br So I got a pair of glasses, br And straight to work I went, br And never stopped till I could read br The hymns and Testament. br br Then I got a little cabin br A place to call my own - br And I felt as independent br As the queen upon her throne.