I looked to the east, I looked to the west,
I heard John Ball a-coming a-calling,
With four blind horses riding through the clouds
To look on the other side of Jordan:
Pull off your old coat and roll up your sleeves
Jordan is a hard road to travel, I believe.
There’s thunder in the clouds; there’s lightning in the trees
And what do you think that I told him?
“It’s goodbye, son, 'til the next kingdom comes,
An’ I’ll see you on the other side of Jordan”:
The ladies of England have made a big address
‘Bout slavery and hardships according.
They’d better look at home to their own white slaves;
They’re starving on the English side of Jordan: