De coon am up de white-oak, an’ de price er powder’s riz,
He am layin’ up de coon-grease dat am good fur rheumatiz.
De ’possum’s way up yonder whar de wild grape’s turnin’ brown,
But de pacer holds de market, and
he
keeps
dat
record
down!
Oh, ebery thing am risin’, and’ hog-meat’s in de sky,