Biddy Mason

Well, her trip started off in the state of Mississippi.
 She had a short stop over in Utah.
More than seventeen hundred miles she walked.
She ended up in California.
Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.
 
Biddy had callouses and Biddy had corns,
 Aching bunions were not any fun
Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.
 
Behind the last wagon, she did walk,
Herding her sheep along the way.
 Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.
 
With a stick in her hand and her girls by her side,
Her feet were getting tough just like rawhide.
Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.

Biddy had callouses and Biddy had corns,
 Aching bunions were not any fun.
 Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.
 
Some people told Biddy in California she was free.
 Master couldn’t hold her as a slave any more.
 Biddy, Biddy Oh Biddy, Biddy Biddy Mason

A look in the mirror, a wink of an eye,
Let Biddy know that freedom they couldn’t deny.
 Biddy, Biddy Oh Biddy, Biddy Biddy Mason

Biddy had callouses and Biddy had corns,
Aching bunions were not any fun for
Biddy, Biddy, Oh Biddy, Biddy, Biddy Mason.