Cab, I wish I could remember the name. I was raised in part in Deep South Mississippi in the early 60's; we were poor 'cotton pickers' by white standards; thus, often worked alongside the black community picking cotton. I remember picking it before I started school. My cousin used to ride me on his back and hand me the cotton so I could pick the shuck out of it. I was probably 3-4 years old then. The song is one blacks used to sing in the fields. They also sang it in their native tongue.
If I heard it again I would know it, but I've never been able to find it online despite how hard I've searched. I believe I've heard the one you're referring to ( and old Railway song ) when visiting a black church. I know I've heard it somewhere. May have been on the mission field, though I doubt it, as I mainly served in Mexico & Central America.
Think no further of it, Ahavati.
Among the most heart-warming "slave" songs I know is "Old Black Joe," composed by Stephen Foster. It had everything to do with the cotton plantation era -- I had no idea you've had your feet wet in the experience! You should like the song, rendered here by Paul Robeson, American singer, actor, and black activist. Son of a former slave-turned-preacher, Robeson was dubbed "the father of American music." He wrote over 200 songs, including "Oh! Susanna" and "Camptown Races." His booming voice spanned four octaves. Old Black Joe: https://youtu.be/H6Tvq_0tkyw I want to thank you too for sharing your knowledge regarding poetry with us. If I'm not mistaken, Emily Dickinson was notorious for that as well:
I note that Some – gone patient long –
At length, renew their smile –
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil–
I think one genuinely connected with poetry can weave words in such a way that they blend naturally, and thus present themselves unforced as in the case of many rhymes.
I agree with your perfect perspective. The more one practices it, the more delightful it becomes.