Flitch o’ bacon in de pan—lawdy, hear it frying.
Hain’t no sorter music dat’s near so satisfyin’;
Corn pone am hot an’ brown—pickininnies sighin’.
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
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Ev’rybody gadder ’round de supper table;
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
Ev’rybody eats des as much, as much as dey is able;
(Whoo-whoo, how de wind do blow!)
Lil’ yaller dawg, he snug down by de fi-ah,