That there did lye.
Lumps of PUDDING.
WHEN I was in the low Country,
When I was in the low Country;
What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,
My Mother gave me when I was in need.
My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,
That there did lye.
WHEN I was in the low Country,
When I was in the low Country;
What slices of Pudding and pieces of Bread,
My Mother gave me when I was in need.
My Mother she killed a good fat Hog,