An’ de co’n pone’s hot.
When you set down at de table,
Kin’ o’ weary lak an’ sad,
An’ you’se jes’ a little tiahed
An’ purhaps a little mad;
How yo’ gloom tu’ns into gladness,
How yo’ joy drives out de doubt
When de oven do’ is opened,
An’ de smell comes po’in out;
Why de ’lectric light o’ Heaven